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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DIRGE, by FRANK WILMOT Poet's Biography First Line: Not dust to dust, not ashes to ashes, nay! Last Line: The snow or the violet? Alternate Author Name(s): Maurice, Furnley | |||
NOT dust to dust, not ashes to ashes, nay! Beauty only in beauty passes away. But often the change Finds the heart ill-prepared and all seems strange. The steel of newness strikes the flint of trust And there revolt flashes Blue, beautiful flames; Something is ashes? Somebody dust? Ah, the dear, dead names! The sweet, long love that bore through bud and leaf Melts in a gradually softening grief. Blowing from regions far and strange The clouds of change Muffle the pinnacles of longing till Grace averts her gaze, Evil's no longer ill. Tears are so mortal! Let the heart say 'Beauty only in beauty passes away.' Through what occasions, who will know, Through what heart-seasons the brown world will blow Plunging the starry spray To our new Olivet? The hoofs of the soft-eyed does Crush dandelions in play, The mountain violets smother in mountain snows -- Which shall the heart regret, The snow or the violet? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SERAPH DESCENDS by FRANK WILMOT APPLES IN THE MOON by FRANK WILMOT BEAUTY OF THE WORLD by FRANK WILMOT CHANCE MEETING by FRANK WILMOT EL GAI SABER (CHANT ROYAL) by FRANK WILMOT |
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