TWO WORLDS - Edgar Fawcett Poems


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A fiery young world, in far voids of sky,
    Called to an old world growing dark and chill:
"Now that you hear the hour you must die,
    Tell me what mighty memories haunt you still!"

Then from the old sad world this answer fell:
    "Vast peoples rose and vanished where I swing....
But all my poor tired soul remembers well
    Are the great songs my poets used to sing!"