Today I sat beside a brook and dreamed -- A self-willed exile with a longing heart. While breezes touched the breathless woods it seemed A thousand song-birds lifted high their art. With cheerful, yet with pensive mood, each leaf Found tongue to speak in that deep-sheltered place; To wrap my soul in ecstasy, though grief Was there within my breast. Alone, I face The gates, that gave me you, fast barred. What way My path shall lie or what my fate may be I do not know, but time of night and day Will show, till darkness shall encompass me, Though I am brave, as hours of life unfold, It is not years that make the heart grow old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: THE WARNING by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY HARVEST SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY MY LOVE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE COLISEUM by EDGAR ALLAN POE PROTHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER THE BITER BIT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |