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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO KEEP OUR SCORN IMMORTAL, by ROBIN LAMPSON First Line: This day, so crowned above all other days Last Line: Our scorn of death immortal when we sleep? | |||
This day, so crowned above all other days, Becomes a challenge to the calendar, A threat to Time and his destructive ways: For we have taken a thing he can not mar With change or death, nor steal from us again. Deathless by this one perfect hour we are: This little hour, beyond both joy and pain, Has paid the subtle fee that bribes the Fates. It does not matter now with what disdain The snow of centuries blankets faded dates Of kings and nations; nor for us how deep And permanent the insensate Naught awaits: Have we not this one timeless hour to keep Our scorn of death immortal when we sleep? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG LAUGHTER by ROBIN LAMPSON CHARITAS NIMIA; OR THE DEAR BARGAIN by RICHARD CRASHAW CREPUSCULE DU MATIN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL UPON THE CIRCUMCISION by JOHN MILTON THE LAST GOODBYE by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SORROW OF LOVE (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE STRANGER'S ALMS by HENRY ABBEY INSCRIPTIONS: 2. FOR A STATUE OF CHAUCER AT WOODSTOCK by MARK AKENSIDE |
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