AS one through some beloved garden strays For the last time, and, lingering, stays to break A blossom here and there for old love's sake, So I go back through our lost yesterdays And cull my fragrant memories -- your praise And pride of me, the songs we used to make, The happy name you gave me. Oh, I take So little ere I face the untried ways. How will it be, dear, when I look on these My gathered roses in the years to be? Shall I behold love's garden all ablow As once we knew it, or, as one who sees That place he loved, deserted utterly, Given to emptiness and wind and snow? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE MOZART'S REQUIEM by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS STABAT MATER DOLOROSA by JACOPONE DA TODI LYRICS TO IANTHE (2). LAMENT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR EARTH TRIUMPHANT by CONRAD AIKEN JIM DALLEY by ALEXANDER ANDERSON TWELVE SONNETS: 3. THE VALLEY ROSES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |