DIES ULTIMA

by: Frank Dempster Sherman (1860-1916)

      HITE in her woven shroud,
      Silent she lies,
      Deaf to the trumpets loud
      Blown through the skies;
      Never a sound can mar
      Her slumber long:
      She is a faded star,--
      A finished song!
       
      Over her hangs the sun,
      A golden glow;
      Round her the planets run,
      She does not know;
      For neither gloom nor gleam
      Can reach her sight:
      She is a broken dream,--
      A dead delight!
       
      No voice can waken her
      Again to sing;
      She never more will stir
      To feel the spring;
      Through the dim ether hurled
      Till Time shall tire,
      She is a wasted world,--
      A frozen fire!

"Dies Ultima" is reprinted from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed. Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.

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