A CHRONICLE
by: William Stanley Braithwaite
(1878-1962)
 LL about
the blown wind's ways,
- Never unbelieving,
- With a mellow, antique grace,
- And triumphant grieving,--
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- Came across the meadow,
- Went beyond the hill,
- Thin as any shadow,
- Passed my chronicle.
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- Earth writes the epitaph,
- Rain and leaves wear it:--
- Eyes to see, lips to laugh,
- Are my shadows near it.
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"A Chronicle" is reprinted
from The Masque of Poets. Ed. Edward J. O'Brien. New York:
Dodd, Mead and Company, 1918. |
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