Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MAY, AS 1885, by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR


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First Line: Sped is our titan? Nay, defer
Last Line: With alighieri unto christ
Subject(s): Death


Sped is our Titan? Nay, defer
The thought of death for such a man!
I know he plays at grandfather
As in the old days with Georges and Jeanne .
I know the bowed and glorious head
To-day is silvern in the sun :
Some witty word is being said,
Some trancing tale is being spun.
Mark the*young faces round his chair,
Hark, eager voices echoing!
He is so dear and debonnaire,
Of gray-beards let us crown him king!
Ah me, defer it as we may,
Defer Death's terror as we will,
Our Victor cannot win to-day -
Death is your only conqueror still.
And now tired eyelids droop in sleep,
And the familiar days are sped,
We weep not our old friend; we weep
In a great darkness the great dead.
And we forget the children's ways,
The laughing boast, the daily tryst,
For he doth pass through heaven's full blaze
With Alighieri unto Christ




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