Virginia Somes Sanderson
English Professor at the San Jos� State Teachers College
Published Poet and Playwright
Legacy of Poetry
I may forget the past when I am old
And live in shadows and imaginings,
Only aware of palsy and the cold,
Or vaguely conscious of forgotten things;
But let someone breathe in my ear this name,
"Scotland!" and my old eyes will catch new light;
For memory, the dim cool, will burst in flame
Until my veins run fire with old delight.
I shall seem young again and once more stand
In that dear country under the dear sky;
Upon some silent moor I'll hold God's hand
While winds that sweep the spirit clear flash by!
Or on a purple-heathered hill I'll be,
Beneath bare crags, where Beauty sits, austere,
And as she turns her well-loved face to me,
I shall quite conquer Death who waits so near
My old age fancies. Let him pause a while;�
Or let him come,� it will be better so!
I'll drift, in memory, past Ellen's isle
Into his deeper current, and not know!
Since I have known you Death has grown to real!
I am afraid to doubt Eternity
Since Faith alone will keep you safe for me,
And yet I cannot shut out terror, steel
My heart against the fear that Death will seal
Your lips, your eyes forever, pitilessly,
I am not brave. Even if I could see
The future clear, read what it might reveal
Of immortality, Death still would stand
A spectre to me,� lest we should not meet
But wonder lonely in his shadow land,
Vain, unsubstantial things. How should I greet
You without power of speech or touch of hand?
are the thoughts which are my torture, Sweet.
Legacy of Poetry
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