Seen through the mist of years A change in all appears; The buttes remain. The march of time goes on As evening follows dawn. Old ways forever gone; The buttes remain. Young dreams have felt the frost In fragments drear, or lost Castles in Spain— Old friends on far seas tossed; The buttes remain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL; WRITTEN IN GERMANY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY INVERSNAID by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 54 by ALFRED TENNYSON PRESCIENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |