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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE DEATH OF LONGFELLOW, by KENNETH MCLACHLAN First Line: Thy end hath come! An end will come to all Last Line: The song that's never mute, and evermore shall be. Subject(s): Death; Poetry & Poets; Dead, The | |||
THY end hath come! An end will come to all; As dies each day, declining from the noon; Here still a breathing world will wait the call That each in turn must answer, late or soon. Yet Earth will be re-peopled o'er and o'er Ere one enrich in wealth of song that store Bequeath'd by thee, sweet singer of the dulcet tune! Hid not in clouds of dark bewildering haze -- Which oft conceal the poverty of thought, While pomp of diction dazzles with the blaze, And fire of wordy passion, roused and wrought By furious affectation to appear All glowing love, enduring and sincere -- Thine is affection deep and pure, without a blot. Pure as the crystal bells upon the stream, That sings for ever pure, hath been thy lays; Gentle and sweet and loving is thy theme, And strains of music swelling to thy praise. Onward and upward, as the years grow old And change, yet still thy melodies will hold The soul of fancy captive to thy winning ways. The gems of wisdom fill thy Psalm of Life, Footsteps of angels Voices of the Night; With toil the Blacksmith holds a willing strife; Evangeline hath charms of dear delight; The love of Standish given to his friend; And Hiawatha's legends wild, that end When soars his warrior spirit to the Land of Light. Sublimity and beauty fill the strains That best adorn the born-poet's muse; The treasures of his wisdom are the gains We cherish by his teaching, that imbues The soul with moral virtue, or the mirth That ne'er contaminates, and brings to birth The laughter of the gay -- yet can the grave amuse. Too full of true sincerity of soul, The world's frivolities were not for thee; A flow of feeling, swelling to a whole, Tuned all thy numbers like a rippling sea That sings to heaven, as the boundless main Reverberates and re-echoes back again The song that's never mute, and evermore shall be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND BEAUTIES OF SCOTLAND, SELECTION by KENNETH MCLACHLAN |
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