A Day That Is Dead (1913)

Heart strings that once were rent asunder, 'neath love's most gentle touch, oft-times in old age quiver, when memory strikes a sacred chord like balsam to a soul with sorrow wrung. So be it, in this pictorial translation of Alfred Tennyson's poem, "Break, Break, Break." An echo of the past is resounded and a story of love and memory falls from the lips of an aged man, like a storm that vents its wrath and passing on into infinite space, leaves behind the random ruins of its wicked grave. A lad once was he, in love with a maiden who dwelt by the sea. "'Twas all beautiful in their youthful, loving hearts. Nor did he think then that cruel fate would interfere and pluck the happiness from out his life as the chill breath of a summer night sometimes a rose will kill. They were separated, however, by parental objection for many a weary day. Through grief and absence the girl is stricken ill and the father that stood in his daughter's light, relents from his firmness and seeks the father who marred his son's future life. "My daughter is dying," the old man cried. "Your son, your son, for God let him come to her side." And he came, as did the fathers, to the cottage by the sea. A scene then followed that strikes deep in the heart. The walls within maintained a silence serene and calm. The wind outside moaned a requiem, whilst the fathers stood with heads bowed down, the lovers locked in a last embrace. Her eyes grew brighter, she clutched him tighter, then like the morning stars in the mystic realm, they gradually grew dim and the flutter of the eyelid as the soul departed, left the dust he loved with him. Thus goes the story the old man tells. The waves still break upon the rockbound coast, and the passing ships their havens seek, but without "the touch of the vanished hand and the sound of the voice that is still."

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Summary Details
Running Time11 min
GenresDrama Short