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
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 July 27, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/472.
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