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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MORITURA, by MARGARET GILMAN (GEORGE) DAVIDSON First Line: I am the mown grass, dying at your feet Last Line: I am your singer, singing my last note. Alternate Author Name(s): George, Marguerite+(2) | |||
I AM the mown grass, dying at your feet, The pale grass, gasping faintly in the sun. I shall be dead, long, long ere day is done, That you may say: "The air, to-day, was sweet." I am the mown grass, dying at your feet. I am the white syringa, falling now, When some one shakes the bough. What matter if I lose my life's brief noon? You laugh, "A snow in June!" I am the white syringa, falling now. I am the waning lamp that flickers on, -- Trying to give my old, unclouded light Among the rest that make your garden bright. Let me still burn till all my oil is gone. I am the waning lamp that flickers on. I am your singer, singing my last note. Death's fingers clutch my throat. New grass will grow, new flowers bloom and fall; New lamps blaze out against your garden wall: I am your singer, singing my last note. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT HUNT by CARL SANDBURG A LETTER TO HER HUSBAND, ABSENT UPON PUBLIC EMPLOYMENT by ANNE BRADSTREET A VISION OF CONNAUGHT IN THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN CASEY AT THE BAT (1) by ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER LINES TO BE SPOKEN BY THOMAS DENMAN.....WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 32. 'LO! ONE CALLS' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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