From Now to Then my way I make O'er Fancy's bridge, for thy sweet sake, And see, with bosom heaving, The place we met, the day we wed, And where in life our tears were shed Of deepest joy—or grieving. It may be far from shore to shore, Thick mists upon Time's piers may lower,— Oblivion's waves be tossing; But Mem'ry daily doth repair The spans that lie 'twixt Here and There; And aids our feet when crossing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND'S VISIT by EMILY DICKINSON CURFEW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS; ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS .. DURING SERVICE by CHARLES SPRAGUE SATIRE: 3 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS SEVEN HONEST MEN by MARTIN BENSON |