There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass. Days I remember of Now in the heart, are now; Days that I dream will bloom White the peach bough. Dying shall never be Now in the windy grass; Now under shooken leaves Death never was. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIDE AND SEEK by SARA TEASDALE ON THE DEATH OF MR. CRASHAW by ABRAHAM COWLEY FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE WASHINGTON BICENTENNIAL by CLARA BECK TWO POINTS OF VIEW: 1 by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |