THE road winds grey, deserted, Trodden hard by many feet. Quiet, and empty the space That echoed lively voices And the beat of lilting hearts. Each term, they come, crowns gleam ...! A few years and they are carried Into life's sucking stream. Tall trees like veiled, grave figures, Mist muffled, in silence stand. The road winds grey, deserted, Waiting for many feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT; SONG by ROBERT BURNS ON WORDSWORTH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE ULYSSES AND THE SIREN by SAMUEL DANIEL TO A CHILD DURING SICKNESS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT SONNET: 128 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON A MOURNER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE UNKNOWN WOMAN by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |