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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FINALE, by EVELYN BYRNES First Line: He walked with pleasure every idle hour Last Line: A chill wind mourns alone above his clay. | |||
He walked with Pleasure every idle hour, Eluding virtue while he followed joy. With careless freedom, conscious of his power, He formed his friendships only to destroy. Men called him heartless; women shed vain tears. He scoffed at creeds that pointed him to prayer. His selfish days slipped into numbered years Without a pause; and none were left to care. Then came a moment that remorse gave check; He turned to charity to cloak his wrong. His waking conscience, long a shadowed wreck, Applied for peace in penitential song. No bribe had strength to add an extra day -- A chill wind mourns alone above his clay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNE OF REMEMBERED SPRING by CONRAD AIKEN A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY LANCER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 9 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE VIOLINIST by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON TO JOHN DRYDEN, ESQ.; POET LAUREATE AND HISTOGRAPHER ROYAL by PHILIP AYRES VIA LUCIS by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |
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