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Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
1809-1894


Themes:  Friends
                       Poetry and Poets



NOTES:
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. was a noted physician and lecturer, as well as a voluminous "part-time" poet. It was in his role as a lecturer/public speaker that Holmes wrote many of his poems, and much of his poetry bear a perspective of some special occasion.

Holmes' son (“Junior”, 1831-1935) was a Justice of the United States Supreme Court. This Supreme Court jurist inherited his father's wit, which is often displayed in his pithy remarks and official opinions.  Junior is one of the “most-cited” justices of the court.
- S. H. Bass  


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An Impromptu (not premeditated)
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (1809-1894), American poet


The clock has struck noon; ere it thrice tell the
hours
We shall meet round the table that blushes with flowers,
And I shall blush deeper with shame-driven blood
That I came to the banquet and brought not a bud.

Who cares that his verse is a beggar in art
If you see through its rags the full throb of his
heart?
Who asks if his comrade is battered and tanned
When he feels his warm soul in the clasp of his
hand?

No! be it an epic, or be it a line,
The Boys will all love it because it is mine;
I sung their last song on the morn of the day
That tore from their lives the last blossom of May.

It is not the sunset that glows in the wine,
But the smile that beams over it, makes it divine;
I scatter these drops, and behold, as they fall,
The day-star of memory shines through them all!

And these are the last; they are drops that I stole
From a wine-press that crushes the life from the
soul,
But they ran through my heart and they sprang to my brain
Till our twentieth sweet summer was smiling again!


from The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes


The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes
Free E-Book at Project Gutenberg




       

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