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Last Look

Written by: Robert William Service | Biography
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 What would I choose to see when I
To this bright earth shall bid good-bye?
When fades forever from my sight
The world I've loved with long delight?
What would I pray to look on last,
When Death shall draw the Curtain fast?

I've loved the farewell of the Sun,
Low-lapsing after work well done;
Or leaping from a sea forlorn,
Gold-glad to greet a day new born.
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Shall I elect to round my dream The Sun I hail as Lord Supreme? Ah no! Of Heaven's shining host, It is the Moon I love the most; And if, when I shall cease to be, God lets me keep one memory Of loveliness that held me thrall, The Moon's the one I would recall.
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The new Moon fine as pearly clip From Cleopatra's finger-tip; .
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The ripe Moon vaulting o'er the trees As ruddy as a Cheddar cheese; .
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The late Moon, frail and wanly fair, Relaxed on silver rocking chair.
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But most of all, the Moon intense With radiant indifference; So placid, glacid, pure, serene, Of all perfection proudly Queen.
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Oh Mistress Mine, let me adore Your beauty but one moment more! One last look .
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Let the Curtain fall, Then let me look no more at all.



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