Red-brick and sunny in a cheerful row, Unboastful of the beauty they possess, These ancient houses face the square; the stress Of commerce from the nervous town below Swept round and far beyond them long ago; Upon their view the high warehouses press; But they abide in their old-worldliness, And time with them moves gratefully and slow. Not otherwise when time and age advance May I look forth on some green spot in life, And keep the world aloof to see the sun, And hold the children in a kindly glance, There peacefully to pass out from the strife, Unsoiled, unwearied, when my day is done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL A SHADOW OF THE NIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 43. ALLAH-AL-KARIM by EDWIN ARNOLD IN AN AEROPLANE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE TRAMPS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES NIGHT by AUGUSTA COOPER BRISTOL |