RAMBLING I looked for an old abode Where, years back, one had lived I knew; Its site a dwelling duly showed, But it was new. I went where, not so long ago, The sod had riven two breasts asunder; Daisies throve gaily there, as though No grave were under. I walked along a terrace where Loud children gambolled in the sun; The figure that had once sat there Was missed by none. Life laughed and moved on unsubdued, I saw that Old succumbed to Young: 'Twas well. My too regretful mood Died on my tongue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHER'S HOPE by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING GREAT BELL ROLAND; SUGGESTED BY PRESIDENT'S CALL VOLUNTEERS by THEODORE TILTON ON THE DEITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LAST MAN: ROSILY DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 11. GUIDO by ROBERT BROWNING VERSES ON PREACHING EXTEMPORE by JOHN BYROM MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: A SQUIRE SPEAKS by THOMAS CAMPION |