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Poem by Richard Garnett

Written in Miles' Poets of the Century

I saw the youthful singers of my day
To sound of lutes and lyres in morning hours
Trampling with eager feet the teeming flowers,
Bound for Fame's temple upon Music's way:

A happy band, a folk of holiday:
But some lay down and slept among the bowers;
Some turned aside to fanes of alien Powers;
Some Death took by the hand and led away.

Now gathering twilight clouds the land with grey,
Yet, where last light is lit, last pilgrims go,
Outlined in gliding shade by dying glow,
And fain with weary fortitude essay
The last ascent. The end is hid, but they
Who follow on my step shall surely know.

Richard Garnett

Richard Garnett's other poems:
  1. On an Inanimate Actress
  2. On a Certain Partership
  3. To an Author
  4. On an Incapable Person

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