Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO ALISON, by NEWMAN HOWARD


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First Line: All ghouls and ghosts shall science lay? Not ours!
Last Line: Their ghosts turn flowers; like angels they array them.
Subject(s): Flowers; Ghosts; Hearts; Supernatural; Time


ALL ghouls and ghosts shall Science lay? Not ours!
Time is our Spectre-king. By bog and boulder
He drives his bleating flock, once rosy hours,
And still he shuffles on, and we wax older.

Alison, near those freshets of your smiles
Bloom gold-winged iris, meadow-sweet like foam,
And pansies shy amid the Enchanted Isles
Where no ghost walks, no rueful phantoms roam.

A white bird flutes beside that singing river:
Hark to its notes! Be glad, be brave, obey them!
The gay hearts and the true are fair for ever;
Their ghosts turn flowers; like angels they array them.





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