BY GOLDSMITH'S tomb the City's cry Grows faint and distant; now no more, From that famed street he trod of yore, Men turn where those old Templars lie! Only some dreamer such as I Pauses awhile from dust and roar BY GOLDSMITH'S tomb! And then -- ah, then! -- when none is nigh, What shadowy shapes, unseen before, Troop back again from Lethe's shore! -- How the ghosts gather then, and sigh BY GOLDSMITH'S tomb! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER NIGHT by CH'IEN WEN OF LIANG THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD; DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE UNIMPLORED BELOVED by EDWARD SHANKS CAELIA: SONNETS: 8 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) A SABBATH MORNING AT SEA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |