Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LAST PALE FLOWERS, by LYDIA JANE PEIRSON


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THE LAST PALE FLOWERS, by                    
First Line: The last pale flowers are drooping on the stems
Last Line: With all the beautiful to pass away.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wheeler, Lydia Jane
Subject(s): Flowers


THE last pale flowers are drooping on the stems,
The last sear leaves fall fluttering from the tree,
The latest groups of Summer's flying gems
Are hymning forth a parting melody.

The winds are heavy-wing'd and linger by,
Whispering to every pale and sighing leaf;
The sunlight falls all dim and tremblingly,
Like love's fond farewell through the mist of grief.

There is a dreamy presence every where,
As if of spirits passing to and fro;
We almost hear their voices in the air,
And feel their balmy pinions touch the brow.

We feel as if a breath might put aside
The shadowy curtains of the spirit-land,
Revealing all the loved and glorified
That death has taken from affection's band.

We call their names, and listen for the sound
Of their sweet voices' tender melodies;
We look almost expectantly around,
For those dear faces with the loving eyes.

We feel them near us, and spread out the scroll
Of hearts whose feelings they were wont to share,
That they may read the constancy of soul
And all the high pure motives written there.

And then we weep, as if our cheek were press'd
To friendship's holy unsuspecting heart,
Which understands our own. Oh, vision blast!
Alas, that such illusion should depart.

I oft have pray'd that death may come to me
In such a spiritual autumn day;
For surely it would be no agony
With all the beautiful to pass away.





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