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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN A MUSIC-HALL: EPILOGUE, by JOHN DAVIDSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Under the earth are the dead Last Line: I recovered my soul that was lost | |||
UNDER the earth are the dead, Alive and asleep; overhead Are the angels, asleep and dead. Not even shadows are we, But the visions these dreamers see. These dreamers below and above The dream of their dreams is love. But we never will count the cost; As dreams go, lusty and stout, We make us a heaven and hell. There are six dreams I knew well; When I had sung them out, I recovered my soul that was lost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NORTHERN SUBURB by JOHN DAVIDSON A RUNNABLE STAG by JOHN DAVIDSON HOLIDAY AT HAMPTON COURT by JOHN DAVIDSON IN ROMNEY MARSH by JOHN DAVIDSON THIRTY BOB A WEEK by JOHN DAVIDSON A BALLAD IN BLANK VERSE by JOHN DAVIDSON A BALLAD OF A COWARD by JOHN DAVIDSON A BALLAD OF A NUN by JOHN DAVIDSON A BALLAD OF A WORKMAN by JOHN DAVIDSON |
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