Of Other Days

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Title

Of Other Days

Description

'Tis many days have breathed their life away
Since first we met, old boy; some dark as night,
In shadows steeped in woe, which put to flight
Those restful dreams of youth, that gentle sway
Of Love's sweet spell which made bright havoc play
Unhurtful tattoos on our hearts,
'Twas bright Ambition's will and joy to leave all sight
Of those dread times for charm of brighter day.
And we did find it, Tom, just crammed with cheer,
With sun and light, with love and joy and peace,
That gave to life for us a sounding clear
As ardent tones of evening bells - a lease

Of soulful rest which comes in fitful fear

That its sweet dream for man too soon must cease.

Creator

W.H.A. Moore

Source

3:48, p. 2

Date

1890.08.23

Collection

Citation

W.H.A. Moore, “Of Other Days,” Periodical Poets, accessed February 24, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/472.

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