ADOWN the west a golden glow Sinks burning in the sea, And all the dreams of long ago Come flooding back to me. The past has writ a story strange Upon my aching heart, But time has wrought a subtle change, My wounds have ceased to smart. No more the quick delight of youth, No more the sudden pain, I look no more for trust or truth Where greed may compass gain. What, was it I who bared my heart Through unrelenting years, And knew the sting of misery's dart, The tang of sorrow's tears? 'Tis better now, I do not weep, I do not laugh nor care; My soul and spirit half asleep Drift aimless everywhere. We float upon a sluggish stream, We ride no rapids mad, While life is all a tempered dream And every joy half sad. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DADDY STRAIN by KAREN SWENSON SWEENEY AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY by ALEXANDER POPE AN OLD BATTLE-FIELD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON AGE IN YOUTH by TRUMBULL STICKNEY THE FUTURE SPEAKS by LOUIS KAUFMAN ANSPACHER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 1. ALLAH by EDWIN ARNOLD |