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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LAST PAGEANT, by HELEN BRYAN First Line: In my last hour, sit close to me Last Line: Among the scattered shards of years. | |||
In my last hour, sit close to me And read some tale of far-off lands -- So may the poignant moments be Blurred by the slipping of your hands Among the pages of the book And firelight brushed across your face, That I may have one tender look To take with me from time and space; And let some distant bugle call Throb bravely through the waning light, So I shall scarcely know at all When the dim day drops into night, Nor when your voice, a slow release From laughter and forgotten tears, Breaks and becomes a lost bright piece Among the scattered shards of years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBRANCE by JOHN HENRY BONER UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 6. A VISIT FROM THE SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE MALLARDS PASS UNHARMED by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 92. AL-ZARR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE JACKET OF GREY by CAROLINE AUGUSTA BALL TO MY WIFE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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