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Post by :Jeff_Carter
Category :Poems
Author :James Russell Lowell
Date :November 2010
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Nightwatches
While the slow clock, as they were miser's gold,Counts and recounts the mornward steps of Time,
The darkness thrills with conscience of each crime
By Death committed, daily grown more bold.
Once more the list of all my wrongs is told,
And ghostly hands stretch to me from my prime
Helpless farewells, as from an alien clime;
For each new loss redoubles all the old.
This morn 'twas May; the blossoms were astir
With southern wind; but now the boughs are bent
With snow instead of birds, and all things freeze.
How much of all my past is dumb with her,
And of my future, too, for with her went
Half of that world I ever cared to please!
(The end)
James Russell Lowell's poem: Nightwatches
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