THERE'S a shadow on the grass That was never there before; And the ripples as they pass Whisper of an unseen oar; And the song we knew by rote Seems to falter in the throat, And a footfall, scarcely noted, lingers near the open door. Omens that were once but jest Now are messengers of fate; And the blessing held the best Cometh not or comes too late. Yet, whatever life may lack, Not a blown leaf beckons back, "Forward!" is the summons. "Forward! where the new horizons wait." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST MOVIE by DAVID WAGONER THE DISPUTE OF THE HEART AND BODY OF FRANCOIS VILLON by FRANCOIS VILLON TO THE LADIES by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH CAELICA: 100 by FULKE GREVILLE MORAL ESSAYS: EPISTLE 2. TO A LADY: OF THE CHARACTERS OF WOMEN by ALEXANDER POPE BEVERLY SHORE IN WINTER by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON |