Three children on a long, white road That seaward runs afar; A winding ribbon edged with flame, So close the lilies are. Three children on a long white road That winds down to the sea; Though one counts years by many more, What matter need that be? All three can hear the music ring From chiming lily bells, And yet the tawny, velvet throat A different message tells. For they who stand upon the path Where youth and childhood meet, Hear distant voices sweet and clear That call the willing feet; But one, who climbs the hill halfway, Stands lingering the last, To catch the far-off sounds that rise, Faint echoes of the past. Three children on a long, white road That seaward runs afar; A winding ribbon edged with flame, So close the lilies are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON NEGRO GIRL by IRENE COOPER ALLEN THE ORGANIST by KATHARINE LEE BATES A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 35 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT INHERITANCE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE VILLAGE WELL by ALEXANDER BROWN THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: ADIEU, MIGNONNE, MA BELLE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |