BETWEEN the roadside and the wood, Between the dawning and the dew, A tiny flower before the wind, Ephemeral in time, I grew. The chance of straying feet came by, -- Nor death nor love nor any name Known among men in all their lands, -- Yet failure put desire to shame. To-night can bring no healing now, The calm of yesternight is gone; Surely the wind is but the wind, And I a broken waif thereon. How fair my thousand brothers wave Upon the floor of God's abode: Whence came that careless wanderer Between the woodside and the road! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RUNNING THE BATTERIES by HERMAN MELVILLE PORTRAIT SONNETS: 1 by HENRY BELLAMANN A QUARTET ('THE MIKADO' AT CAMBRIDGE) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MISUNDERSTANDINGS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HOLLYWOOD NOCTURNE by JANE BOWER |