Death? is it death you give? So be it! O Death,
thou hast been long my friend, and now thy pale
cool cheek shall have my kiss, while the faint breath
expires on thy still lips, O lovely Death!
Come then, loose hands, fair Life, without a wail!
We've had good hours together, and you were sweet
what time love whispered with the nightingale,
tho' ever your music by the lark's would fail.
Come then, loose hands! Our lover time is done.
Now is the marriage with the eternal sun.
The hours are few that rest, are few and fleet.
Good-bye! The game is lost: the game is won.
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This is a very intriguing poem.
I read the poem twice to make sure I had a clear understanding for myself.
There was friend who died. In the body no longer is the friend but it is Death (personification).
Life is the one that is still living remembering the times
that they have shared between the two.
Death now will live eternally as the sun does in the heavens.
The game is lost because a friend is gone from loved ones.
The game is won because the friend lives on forever. -
I liked this poem because it was different to the many others I have read, I like how I had to read it a few times over to really get what it meant, but i'm still unsure 100%. Is it that there is a couple, and they are in love, but then as the years go by, one of them dies and so death takes them away? But because death is a natural process, it was like the game was lost, but it also was going to happen anyway. Well, that's what I think anyway, and I liked it. It was really unique
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this is an interesting rhyme scheme...just goes to show that some of the oldies are the greats, huh? thanks for posting this,
-Moon
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