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Poem by Ina Donna Coolbrith

At the Close

YOUTH, that is sweetest, lies still, lies chill in death!
Close the clear eyelids upon the tender eyes,
And hush the pleadings no murmur answereth,
And still the kisses that waken no replies.

White-limbed he lieth, dead youth, so strong, so fair, Ч
And O, for slumber that woke to happy days!
And O, the moonlights, the golden dreams that were,
And O, the glory of life's long pleasant ways!

Fair were the faces his eyes have looked upon,
But these are haggard, and wan, and very sad.
Sweet the love-laughters, and red the lips he won, Ч
But here is silence of lips no longer glad.

So, part the branches, where light falls long between,
And plait the grasses about his feet and head;
Here his loved summer shall wear her softest green,
And winds just ruffle the fringes of his bed.

His were the roses washed sweeter in the dew,
And his the rapture life knoweth not again;
But ours the tempest, the skies no longer blue,
For tender sunlight, and tender, falling rain.

Ina Donna Coolbrith

Ina Donna Coolbrith's other poems:
  1. The Mariposa Lily
  2. In Ended Days, a Child, I Trod Thy Sands
  3. Unbound
  4. The Day of Our Lord
  5. Two

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • George Meredith At the Close ("To Thee, dear God of Mercy, both appeal")

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