The Last Word Poem. Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! Let the long contention cease!
A Last Word Poem by Madison Julius Cawein
Let the long contention cease! Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how. You’ll find no lock, no key. All are free to enter, at will. I am a door of metaphor. Web thou thyself must break at last.
Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! All are free to enter, at will. Let the long contention cease! I am a door of metaphor. You’ll find no lock, no key. Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how. Web thou thyself must break at last.