Our lives like winds of March blow sweeping past. It matters not since you have steered my course To ports where piers are strong and ropes hold fast And skies are never torn by lightning's force! Time, grain by grain, slipped through the hour-glass, While, toiling beneath an unrelenting sun, We wove a tapestry of lad and lass Till warp and woof are patterned into one. For years discouragement has been our guest But now, like magic sunset, gates swing wide Allowing weary day to find its rest; So this our day is drawn by outward tide -- And looking back I realize how wrong I was to think life tedious and long! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR AELLA: THE MINSTREL'S SONG by THOMAS CHATTERTON VETERAN SIRENS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON COWBOY VERSUS BRONCHO by JAMES BARTON ADAMS EAST AND WEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD MONICA'S LAST PRAYER by MATTHEW ARNOLD |