The dark road journeys to the darkening sky, The twilight settles like a circling pool, The railway bridge is lifted up on high, And the unerring lines are beautiful. A soldier and his girl in casual walk Pass heavily, their garments creased with woe, Like stiff slow-labouring statues; yet they talk In peace and gather comfort as they go. In the small cabin by the railway-side A lonely concertina by some priest Of guileless joy is played; its sound goes wide Like the blunt brumming of a vauge-voice beast. I stand, and thin-toned anguish frets my heart Over the cabin-boy who all the night Sits in his thoughtless paradise apart And in his lonely monologue finds delight; And over these two who, in half-dumb talk, With broken gestures and half-shapen speech, In unintelligible rapture walk, Too far for vain and longing thought to reach. Oh, why should fading form and falling sound Such sculptured shapes of deep division take? Why do we walk with muted footsteps round In this strong trance called life from which none wake? Whither do these blind-journeying lovers go? What does he wait, the boy with idle hands? And I who stand in idle questioning so? We walk all four in strange and different lands. These lovers never will return again, That sound has died long since within the gloam. Why do I wait still with my foolish pain? All, all at last must take their sorrow home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO-MORE-FEAR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET HER HEART BREADS SILENCE by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE GOD BE WITH YOU by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH HORACE: CHORUS AT THE END OF ACT 1 by PIERRE CORNEILLE SHAKESPEARE IN THE THRUSH by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE THE SPIRIT OF TRANSPORTATION by ROY GEORGE |