Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IMMORTALITY, by MARY WINTER WERE


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IMMORTALITY, by                    
First Line: Now you are dead, though summer brings
Last Line: To mingle with the living grass.
Subject(s): Death; Immortality; Dead, The


Now you are dead, though summer brings
Her beauty and her waywardness,
Shall all her music pleasure me
As one soft rustle of your dress?

Now you are dead, and roses vie
In whiteness with your folded calm,
Shall this pale peace encircle me
As the warm wonder of your arm?

You are not dead. What foolishness!
Though fast the grave your body keep,
The gracious, live, essential you
Shall steal upon my lonely sleep—

And we shall walk new mystic ways
Together, and this pain shall pass
Quietly, as now your grave-flowers fall
To mingle with the living grass.





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