She stood behind the golden rail With other singers; To bring @3them@1 back my efforts fail; @3Her@1 vision lingers. Face after face they all have fled Through memory's portal; One after one they all are dead; She is immortal. They sang for fame, or praise, or pay, And won and lost them,— Baubles that tarnish and decay Where time hath tossed them. The music that they made is gone Past all returning; The music that she made goes on Like the stars' burning; For heaven and earth to bring more near Was her endeavor, And as she sang when she was here She sings forever. When earth grows dim and the far sky Is growing clearer, Part of my joy will be that I Again shall hear her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI THE EXISTING POOL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |