We meet and part now over all the world;
we, the lost company,
take hands together in the night, forget
the night in our brief happiness, silently.
We, who sought many things, throw all away
for this one thing, one only,
remembering that in the narrow grave
we shall be lonely.
Death marshalls up his armies round us now.
Their footsteps crowd too near.
Lock your warm hand above the chilling heart
and for a time I live without my fear.
Grope in the night to find me and embrace,
for the dark preludes of the drums begin,
and round us round the company of lovers,
death draws his cordons in.
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From guest Morgan (contact)
A beautiful juxtaposition of love and death, and the importance these two fundamental states have in human life. The idea that even in the face of death love offers a temporary comfort is beautiful. -
very serene and intimate in the first stanza, but the pace seems to increase and become more energized in the second.
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So soft...and so lovely.
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This poem is very inspiring and very beautiful
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I think this poem is a beautiful and tremendously touching poem by one of Australia's premier poets.
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