When All The Stars Become A Memory Poem by Joseph Mary Plunkett

When All The Stars Become A Memory

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When all the stars become a memory
Hid in the heart of heaven: when the sun
At last is resting from his weary run
Sinking to glorious silence in the sea
Of God’s own glory: when the immensity
Of Nature’s universe its fate has won
And its reward: when death to death is done
And deathless Being’s all that is to be—

Your praise shall ’scape the grinding of the mills:
My songs shall live to drive their blinding cars
Through fiery apocalypse to Heaven’s bars!
When God’s loosed might the prophet’s word fulfils,
My songs shall see the ruin of the hills,
My songs shall sing the dirges of the stars.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 28 July 2016

Oh such a wonderful imagery.....I liked it, my pick from this poem Your praise shall ’scape the grinding of the mills: My songs shall live to drive their blinding cars Through fiery apocalypse to Heaven’s bars!

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Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek 03 March 2016

When all the stars become a memory Hid in the heart of heaven: when the sun At last is resting from his weary run Sinking to glorious silence in the sea very beautiful images with strong personification.

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