HERE in the shade of the tree The hours go by Silent and swift, Lightly as birds fly. Then the deep clouds broaden and drift, Or the cloudless darkness and the worn moon. Waking, the dreamer knows he is old, And the day that he dreamed was gone Is gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SWALLOW FLIGHT by SARA TEASDALE AN ODE TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |