Atropos, dread One of the Three, Holding the thread Woven for me; Grimly thy shears, Steely and bright, Menace the years Left for delight. Grant it may chance, Just as they close, June may entrance Earth with the rose; Reigning as though, Bliss to the breath, Endless and no Whisper of death. ==== | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH EVENING IN A SUGAR ORCHARD by ROBERT FROST TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER UNDER A PATCHED SAIL by MARIANNE MOORE HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON |