Song's End Poem by John Howard Payne

Song's End

Rating: 2.9

THE CHIME of a bell of gold
That flutters across the air,
The sound of a singing of old,
The end of a tale that is told,
Of a melody strange and fair,
of a joy that has grown despair:

For the things that have been for me
I shall never have them again;
The skies and the purple sea,
And day like a melody,
And night like a silver rain
Of stars on forest and plain.

They are shut, the gates of the day;
The night has fallen on me:
My life is a lightless way;
I sing yet, while as I may!
Some day I shall cease, maybe:
I shall live on yet, you will see.

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Rebecca Navarre 22 June 2022

So beautifully expressed! .. Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++++++++

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Chinedu Dike 22 June 2022

The rhyme scheme of the poem is something to admire greatly

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John Howard Payne

John Howard Payne

New York City, New York
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