Afterwards

By Mahlon Leonard Fisher

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
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