There is a low and lonely place of rest,
Upon whose couch the worn and wearied frame
Reposes in forgetfulness,—and there,
The streaming eye of misery is clos'd
In sweet and dreamless slumber;—on that bed
The painful beatings of the breaking heart
Are hush'd to stillness; and the harrowing pangs
Of hopeless agony, are felt no more!
Around that silent dwelling-place, the veil
Of darkness curtains closely:—not a sigh,
Nor lightest whisp'ring of the summer-wind
Steals on the breathless and eternal calm,
Which o'er that region spreads its canopy !
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From guest dragon fang (contact)
yeah. the end was kind of random. even still the peom has a deep and meaningful subjuct. the excamation marks kind of ruin the overall tone as well. -
I agree with one observation posted, the exclamation point at the end just takes away from the overall tone of the poem. It should have ended (in my opinion) calmly, perhaps as .... or with just a simple period. The sensory and visuals work, though. "Canopy" is a great term and complements the image of the "darnkess curtains closely" and "veil"; couch/bed is another great connection. This poem expresses a written description of a grave and its emotional pull in a beautiful way.
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Maybe it was just me, but the end seemed kind of random. Maybe it had to do with the uneven amount of lines it created and the exclamation mark that followed it. Oh well, it was still very good (as most of Acton's work).
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nice
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