Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHERE MY TREASURE IS, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "lord of the living, when my race is run" Last Line: My endless night Subject(s): Treasures | ||||||||
LORD of the living, when my race is run, Will that I pass beneath the risen sun; Suffer my sight to dim upon some scene Of Thy good green. Let my last pillow be the earth I love, With fair infinity of blue above; And fleeting, purple shadow of a cloud My only shroud. A little lark, above the Morning Star, Shall shrill the tidings of my end afar; The muffled music of a lone sheep-bell Shall be my knell. And where stone heroes trod the moor of old, Where bygone wolf howled round a granite fold, Hide Thou, beneath the heather's newborn light, My endless night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVERUS TO TIBERIUS GREATLY ENNUYE by JOSEPH AUSLANDER EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 2. TREASURE by ALBERTA BANCROFT CAPTAIN BING by LYMAN FRANK BAUM SEA LAVENDER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN THE MONEY DIGGERS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE KEEPERS OF THE TREASURE by RHYS CARPENTER AUCTION SALE - HOUSEHOLD FURNISHINGS by ADELE DE LEEUX TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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