DIES ULTIMA
by: Frank Dempster Sherman
(1860-1916)
- HITE in
her woven shroud,
- Silent she lies,
- Deaf to the trumpets loud
- Blown through the skies;
- Never a sound can mar
- Her slumber long:
- She is a faded star,--
- A finished song!
-
- Over her hangs the sun,
- A golden glow;
- Round her the planets run,
- She does not know;
- For neither gloom nor gleam
- Can reach her sight:
- She is a broken dream,--
- A dead delight!
-
- No voice can waken her
- Again to sing;
- She never more will stir
- To feel the spring;
- Through the dim ether hurled
- Till Time shall tire,
- She is a wasted world,--
- A frozen fire!
"Dies Ultima" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915. |
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