Forty years rolled back the curtain; Standing at a fragrant door I'm a child, with bright hopes laden Lush with love and life once more. Forty years, the days unravel Softly, evenly as though I were gazing in a doorway Where I stood long, long ago. Just a simple fragrance brought me Back, where all my dreams belong Just a fragrance, and my heart found Laughter I had lost so long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH OF STONEWALL JACKSON by HENRY LYNDEN FLASH THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE by EDWARD LEAR GRATIANA DANCING AND SINGING by RICHARD LOVELACE THE GIFT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL MEDITATION AT KEW by ANNA WICKHAM FATHERHOOD by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING THE ENTERED APPRENTICES' SONG by MATTHEW BIRKHEAD |