I SAT. It all was past; Hope never would hail again; Fair days had ceased at a blast, The world was a darkened den. The beauty and dream were gone, And the halo in which I had hied So gaily gallantly on Had suffered blot and died! I went forth, heedless whither, In a cloud too black for name: -- People frisked hither and thither; The world was just the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS VISIONS: 4. A ROSE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE BOBOLINKS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH AN EPITAPH by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES |