Mahlon Leonard Fisher
Mahlon Leonard Fisher Poems
- As An Old Mercer As an old mercer in some sleepy town Swings...
- November Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear, As...
- Afterwards There was a day when death to me meant tears, ...
- Old Amaze Mine eyes are filled today with old amaze ...
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There was a day when death to me meant tears,
And tearful takings-leave that had to be,
And awed embarkings on an unshored sea,
And sudden disarrangement of the years.
But now I know that nothing interferes
With the fixed forces when a tired man dies;
That death is only answerings and replies,
The chiming of a bell which no one hears,
The casual slanting of a half-spent sun,
The soft recessional of noise and coil,
The coveted something time nor age...