Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPILOGUE, by ARTHUR PETERSON Poet's Biography First Line: The sunset burns upon the river, / its glories fade and die Last Line: Its music unto me! Subject(s): Past | ||||||||
The sunset burns upon the river, Its glories fade and die, But up the paths of night come ever The children of the sky. So, when the light of olden days Sinks from before men's eyes, Fair visions, up the spirit's ways, Like stars of Heaven, arise. O vernal land! O river strand, Beside whose waving reed, Three hundred years ago, did stand The cottage of the Swede! Would that these lips, alas, so dumb, Could sing your minstrelsy As, from the distant past, doth come Its music unto me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FERGUS FALLING by GALWAY KINNELL A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV LAST THINGS by WILLIAM MEREDITH CHRISTMAS TREE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS THIS MORNING, GOD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A CLOUD FANCY by ARTHUR PETERSON |
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