THE worn gray slab yet lies before What once was a thrifty farmer's door; Now roofless cellar and scattered stones Show skeleton hopes with time-picked bones. Here backed against a crumbling wall Still blooms at bay, unpruned and tall, A soil-disdaining moss-rose bush, The delicate buds in faintest flush, Clutched by the brambles and woodbine, Whose envious fingers tear and twine. There was the huge barn; here the yard, Where the grim farmer labored hard From dawn to dark, and never knew A dream beyond the crops he grew, The stock he raised, the silver store Under the loose board in the floor. To and fro, to and fro, The feet of his little wife would go, All day long and half the night, Up a flight and down a flight; Pantry to kitchen, pen to barn, Cellar to garret with loom of yarn; In to the babies, out to the men, Down to the pasture and back again. Farms were never planned, you find, To save the steps of womenkind. One can trudge and drudge through a long life's course, If she discover a hidden source To seek when the spirit is faint and dry. Here was her rosebush growing high, That he never knew -- for he never cared; This was her joy no mortal shared. Her hands were never too stiff or tired To foster beauty the soul desired; The first shy green, the venturesome shoot, Flushing sap from the sturdy root, Moss-veiled bud and passionate bloom; Scarlet hips for the winter gloom. Never too worn the busy feet, Never too dull the old heart's beat, For a furtive trip to the little shrine That made the moment a pause divine. Here by the bush one glimpsed the Hills, Where forests crooned and ran free rills; One breathed deep draughts from a windswept sky, Sunset, moonglow, mystery. This was her rosebush by the wall. Gone is the farmer, farm and all; Gone herd and crops and silver store. The children grown return no more To the hearth deserted, the loveless place, Haunted by one enduring grace; A dream of beauty, torn with briar, Clutched in vain as it reaches higher. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN LIGHTER VEIN by ELIZABETH KEMPER ADAMS THE HAPPY LOVER by PHILIP AYRES A MARCH GLEE by JOHN BURROUGHS SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 104 by BLISS CARMAN LOVE AND REASON by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH TO ASRA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE DESTITUTE by ROGER DE COLLERYE CAN IT BE STILL SO SWEET THE LIGHT TO VIEW by ANTOINE FRANCOIS MARIE DESCHAMPS DE SAINT AMAND |