IT was at the very date to which we have come, In the month of the matching name, When, at a like minute, the sun had upswum, Its couch-time at night being the same. And the same path stretched here that people now follow, And the same stile crossed their way, And beyond the same green hillock and hollow The same horizon lay; And the same man pilgrims now hereby who pilgrimed here that day. Let so much be said of the date-day's sameness; But the tree that neighbours the track, And stoops liked a pedlar afflicted with lameness, Knew of no sogged wound or wind-crack. And the joints of that wall were not enshrouded With mosses of many tones, And the garth up afar was not overcrowded With a multitude of white stones, And the man's eyes then were not so sunk that you saw the socket-bones. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH: A DREAM OF PONCE DE LEON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY by ROBERT FROST BETROTHED ANEW by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN WATER FOWL by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE GOOD OLD DAYS OF 27 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE RHINE by MATTHEW ARNOLD |