This place is at its dreams between the walls That guard it, crumbling as the years go by. Faint whispers stir in leaves. A gray bird calls Upon a branch against sun-flooded sky. The lizards creep to bask upon the stones Where dainty slippers tapped beneath the stars So long ago. Now come soft monotones Where once the hush turned silvery with guitars. When twilight comes, what laughter, faintly heard, Wakes these red flowers in their olden place? When stars come out, what shadowy shapes are stirred To life for memory of some lovely face? ... What hearts have had and left at last behind In such a place one feels, but who may find! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN THE INDIAN WEED by RALPH ERSKINE L.E.L. by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MIDSUMMER IN THE CATSKILLS by JOHN BURROUGHS FACE TO FACE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON PLAY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY AN EPITAPH by GEORGE JOHN CAYLEY |