I heard the old, old men say, 'Everything alters, And one by one we drop away.' They had hands like claws, and their knees Were twisted like the old thorn trees By the waters. I heard the old, old men say, 'All that's beautiful drifts away Like the waters.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PASSION AND LOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE NEED FOR MEN by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND THE VOYAGE TO VINLAND: 3. GUDRIDA'S PROPHECY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO THE NIGHTINGALE by JOHN MILTON AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS; SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |