Saturday, 11 August 2012

The Poetry of Margery Clute (20)

If you missed the earlier installments, which provided some background  information regarding Margery Clute's poetry, you can read about her here.

The Lofty Muse

This life is not a Vale of Tears
As many people think;
The rain that falls upon the ground
Falls that the plants may drink.

Soon blow away the clouds that blot
The sunlight from the bower –
Then we are grateful, one and all,
To see the blooming flower!

Yet when Death’s shadow falls across
Our path, where can we turn?
‘Tis true, we face a certain end
Beneath a mossy urn,

And yet, take heart – all is not lost!
Live for the day, I deem.
Enjoy the insignificant part
You play in Life’s great scheme!

And ne’er forget the lofty Muse
That inward bends the ear
Unto the wordless Song of Life
That knows no earthly fear!


The Solitary Walker said...

If something's with your life amiss
Forego the oath and curse;
Bask in the boon, relish the bliss
Of reading Margery's verse!

Tom Stephenson said...

Years ago, a cynical friend of mine bought an anthology of Patience Strong poems (loads of them were used in greetings cards), and then - to his horror - found virtue and solace in them!

Totalfeckineejit said...

A mossy urn is better than a Mossbawn!