I WALKED an autumn lane, and ne'er a tune Besieged mine ear from hedge or ground or tree; The summer minstrels all had fared from me Far southward, since the snows must flock so soon. And yet the air seemed vibrant with the croon Of unseen birds and words of Maytide glee: The very silence was a melody Sown thick with memoried cadences of June. Shall we not hold that when our little day Is done, and we are seen of men no more, We still live on in some such subtile way, To make mere silence vocal by some shore Of Recollection, or to inly play Soft songs on hearts that loved us, long before? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIFE [AND THE FLOWERS] by GEORGE HERBERT SONNET: TO J.M.K. by ALFRED TENNYSON THE END OF IT by FRANCIS THOMPSON LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE TO A PRESIDENT by WALT WHITMAN REALISM by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON |