Afterwards
Born 1874
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 can spoil;
I know it is a fabric finely spun
Between the stars and dark; to seize and keep,
Such glad romances as we read in sleep.
DayPoems Poem No. 1502
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1502.html">Afterwards by Mahlon Leonard Fisher</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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