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Poem
May 24, 1849
Burlington Hawk Eye
Burlington, Des Moines County, Iowa
What is this article about?
A reflective poem on the passage of time, lost innocence, and the enduring memory of a final 'good night' spoken under a starry summer sky, evoking grief and nostalgia for brighter days now withered.
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THE LAST GOOD NIGHT.
BY MISS CORNELIA J. ORME.
The pale rayed moon unveiled her face,
The stars poured forth their light,
And on the sighing summer air,
Rung out a last "Good Night."
Oh! years have flown-my heart is cold
As ocean's ice bound wave,
For I have seen earth's brightest things
Pass withering to the grave.
But now my feelings have grown chill,
My soul is seared with woe,
And I have scarce a glimmer left
Of childhood's truthful glow.
Yet still at times my spirit chords
Resume their wonted strain,
And though I've vainly sought to still,
Come thrilling o'er the brain.
And round my brow the past is twined,
All faded and all bright;
Again I hear those syren lips
Breathe out their sweet "good night."
And though those lips have lost their bloom,
Those eyes withdrawn their light,
Like farewell flowers, lingers yet
The cadence of "good night."
Washington, April, 1849.
BY MISS CORNELIA J. ORME.
The pale rayed moon unveiled her face,
The stars poured forth their light,
And on the sighing summer air,
Rung out a last "Good Night."
Oh! years have flown-my heart is cold
As ocean's ice bound wave,
For I have seen earth's brightest things
Pass withering to the grave.
But now my feelings have grown chill,
My soul is seared with woe,
And I have scarce a glimmer left
Of childhood's truthful glow.
Yet still at times my spirit chords
Resume their wonted strain,
And though I've vainly sought to still,
Come thrilling o'er the brain.
And round my brow the past is twined,
All faded and all bright;
Again I hear those syren lips
Breathe out their sweet "good night."
And though those lips have lost their bloom,
Those eyes withdrawn their light,
Like farewell flowers, lingers yet
The cadence of "good night."
Washington, April, 1849.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Last Good Night
Loss Of Youth
Memory
Mourning
Childhood Glow
Washington 1849
What entities or persons were involved?
By Miss Cornelia J. Orme.
Poem Details
Title
The Last Good Night.
Author
By Miss Cornelia J. Orme.
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
The Pale Rayed Moon Unveiled Her Face,
The Stars Poured Forth Their Light,
And On The Sighing Summer Air,
Rung Out A Last "Good Night."
Oh! Years Have Flown My Heart Is Cold
As Ocean's Ice Bound Wave,
For I Have Seen Earth's Brightest Things
Pass Withering To The Grave.
Like Farewell Flowers, Lingers Yet
The Cadence Of "Good Night."