IN years defaced and lost, Two sat here, transport-tossed, Lit by a living love The wilted world knew nothing of: Scared momently By gaingivings, Then hoping things That could not be.... Of love and us no trace Abides upon the place; The sun and shadows wheel, Season and season sereward steal; Foul days and fair Here, too, prevail, And gust and gale As everywhere. But lonely shepherd souls Who bask amid these knolls May catch a faery sound On sleepy noontides from the ground: 'O not again Till Earth outwears Shall love like theirs Suffuse this glen!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF ALEXANDER DUMAS by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT THE MOTHER'S HOPE by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD SHILLIN' A DAY by RUDYARD KIPLING DESERT WATERCOLOR by RUBY BOWEN GETTING UP THE WINTER WOOD IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY THE FORMER AGE (AFTER BOETHIUS) by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |