Thy last voice cast a silence spell,
Avow'd thee a dream to the last.
Thy last wan gaze upon me fell,
Ensures forlorn woe for e'er last.
If thy last kiss is our farewell,
The breath it borrows is my last.
No chime but for a parting bell,
Alas, at last, will last—the last.
7/04/2025
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A strong play on words in this poem as it makes its point. A fun read
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