Not only ruins their lichen have; Nor tombs alone, their moss. Implacable Time, in markless grave, Turns what seemed gold to dross. Yet -- a mere ribbon for the hair, A broken toy, a faded flower A passionate deathless grace may wear, Denied its passing hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO CHLOE; AN APOLOGY FOR GOING INTO THE COUNTRY by JOHN WOLCOTT GRANDMOTHER'S TEACHING by ALFRED AUSTIN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 43. ONE CHANCE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |