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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LAST LOVE SONG, by FRANCES STOAKLEY LANKFORD First Line: Beyond the transcient garment of this flesh Last Line: Count me the friend of that inviolate ghost. | |||
Beyond the transcient garment of this flesh, Silken and subtly curved and sweet to touch; Above the pattern of the mind's bright mesh, Blown in the winds of circumstance and such; Beyond the spirit's tapers, burning slowly, -- Deeper than any of these, deeper than all, My lover lives, remote and shy and holy. How can I reach him through so deep a pall? How can I reach him, lovely and lonely forever, Soothe him for all the barriers between, Blend truth with truth too intimately to sever, Salute what never anyone has seen? Mistress or mother, if he wills, but most -- Count me the friend of that inviolate ghost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND THE BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER LORD WALTER'S WIFE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING UNTO US A SON IS GIVEN by ALICE MEYNELL ESCAPE AT BEDTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 46. AL-WASI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD |
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