All fled--all done, so lift me on the pyre;
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.
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All fled--all done, so lift me on the pyre;
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.
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Comments1The poem "All Fled" has a particular resonance that has stayed with me ever since I first read it in my youth. Its vivid imagery and deep undertones compelled me deeply then, and they still do now. It's one of those pieces of work that get etched into your soul and keeps you returning for more. But does anyone else find themselves pondering the theme of finality woven throughout it? How does it make you feel? It's amazing to revisit such a cherished piece after so many years and still get lost in its depth.