Thomas Hood
Last Lines
A solemn echo to the end of time.
And blazoned on the very clouds of fate!
And close his eyelids with thy silver wand!
And keep a birthday when we meet.
And more than gold to doting Avarice.
And takes its time from Heaven!
And tears of dew are on them all.
And wishing has lost its power!
As if Love's great examples still were lacked.
But bears its blossom into Winter's clime.
But live and bloom, and be a joy forever.
But when they flew were recognized!
By the same light of love that makes them bright!
Fill up the silences of night and morn.
Foolish -- and blind -- and overcome with years!
I smell the rose above the mould!
I would our hands had never met!
In patient love outwatch the world.
In sorrow that I send to thee.
It is no snow, but flower of May!
Love, thou art every day my Valentine.
Making this dull world an enchanted isle.
My tide of life is true to thee.
Next to her soil, my grave be found in thee!
No resurrection in the minds of men.
So may thy life be measured out by flowers!
Thou hast loved Hope, but Memory loved thee.
Thy phrase "sweet enemy" applied to France!
Tinging thy dreams with unacquainted grief.
To frame her cloudy prison for the soul!
To share beyond the lot of common men.
Together pant in everlasting life!
What can an old man do but die?
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