Remember some departed day, When bathed in autumn gold, You wished for some sweet song, and sighed For minstrel days of old. And that same golden autumn day, Perhaps the fates would bring At eve, one knocking at your heart, With perfect songs to sing. You knew that never bard on earth, Did wander wide as he -- Who sang the long, long thoughts of Youth, The Secret of the Sea. You knew not when he might not come, But while he made delays, You wronged the wisdom that you had, And sighed for vanished days. Song's times and seasons are its own, Its ways past finding out, But more and more it fills the earth, And triumphs over doubt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW THE RAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES LIVE BLINDLY; SONNET by TRUMBULL STICKNEY ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS by OSCAR WILDE |