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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT LAST, by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON Poet's Biography First Line: Rest here, at last Last Line: Thy starless night. | |||
REST here, at last, The long way overpast; Rest here, at home, -- Thy race is run, Thy dreary journey done, Thy last peak clomb. 'Twixt birth and death, What days of bitter breath Were thine, alas! Thy soul had sight To see by day, by night, Strange phantoms pass. Thy restless heart In few glad things had part, But dwelt alone, And night and day, In the old way, Made the old moan. But here is rest For aching brain and breast, Deep rest, complete, And nevermore, Heart-weary and foot-sore, Shall stray thy feet, -- Thy feet that went, With such long discontent, Their wonted beat About thy room, With its deep-seated gloom, Or through the street. Death gives them ease; Death gives thy spirit peace; Death lulls thee, quite. One thing alone Death leaves thee of thine own, -- Thy starless night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GREETING by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON A VAIN WISH by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON AFTER by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON AFTER SUMMER by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON AT THE LAST by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON GARDEN FAIRIES by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON GRIEF'S ASPECTS by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON HER PITY by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON HOW MY SONG OF HER BEGAN by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON IF YOU WERE HERE; A SONG IN WINTER by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON |
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