Here thou remainest as in days of yore, Where Traffic drives her team, and the highway Skirts the green fields,—merely a patch of grey To some; but I have looked thee o'er and o'er In Memory's golden frame since by the door Of this plain porch of Truth I used to play; And voices find me from the Far-away, So for the time I am a child once more. Out by that road we went, and waved adieu To thee, thou kindly nurse, and one by one Our place we took in life's far sterner game, Where thoughts of thee should keep our lives from blame; For at each worthy deed dauntlessly done, Thine unforgotten lists thou dost review. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BALLAD: THE THINGS OF NO ACCOUNT by FRANCOIS VILLON THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 3. THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER OTHER SPRINGS by ROSEMARY BASEFLUG THE RESIGNATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: PITTSBURGH by BERTON BRALEY |