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A Year Ago Post by :merled Category :Poems Author :Frank Oliver Call Date :October 2011 Read :2477

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A Year Ago

The waters of the river gleamed as brightly
And murmured with the same untiring flow,
The branches of the birches tossed as lightly,
Among them sang the breeze as soft and low,
A year ago.

We sat beneath the white-stemmed birches bending
To reach the gurgling waters of the bay,
We saw the boats their courses seaward wending,
And earth seemed fair,--before us life's long day,
Night far away.

But often clouds would veil the sunlight over,
A moment cast a shadow and float by;
So stealthily above our hearts would hover
Sad thoughts to pause a moment, pass and die,
We knew not why.

We heeded not the moaning of the river,
Nor did the wind a whispered message bring;
Ah, now I know they murmured--part forever!
For that dull gloom above us hovering,
Was Death's dark wing.

(The end)
Frank Oliver Call's poem: Year Ago

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Eternity Eternity

Eternity thou dark unbounded sea, Upon whose tide we drift into the night, One moment let us with our mortal sight Pierce through the fogs and know thy mystery. Voiceless thou art and voiceless wilt thou be, Across thy still, cold deeps there comes no light, While age and aeon or a moment's flight Pass on as one and vanish lost in thee. Yet onward driven must our frail barques go, Though through the night no beacon gleams afar,

The Vision The Vision

The Vision
A vision came unto a saint of old Of a fair city by a crystal stream, Its gates of pearl, its streets of shining gold,-- Barbaric splendours of a mystic's dream. There upon floating wings the white-robed throng No man can number chant in endless song; Across the tideless sea no shadow falls To dim the glory of the sapphire walls, Or mar the splendour of the throne-crowned height. Ah love, the mystic's vision wakes to-night, With all its glittering show and kingly pride, No longing