I shall remember then, At twilight time or in the hush of dawn, Or yet, mayhap, when on a straying wind The scent of lilac comes, or when Some strain of music startles and is gone. Old dreams, old roses, all so far behind, Blossoms and birds and ancient shadow-trees, Whispers at sunset, the low hum of bees, And sheep that graze beneath a summer sun, Will they too come, they who in yester-year Walked the same paths and in the first of Spring, And shall I hear Their distant voices murmuring? I shall remember then When youth is done, With the dim years grown gray; And I shall wonder what it is that ends, And why they seem so very far away— Old dreams, old roses ... and old friends. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONNET, TO THE NOBLE LADY, THE LADY MARY WROTH by BEN JONSON THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SAN FRANCISCO HARBOR by NANCY BUCKLEY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. SUNDAY MORNING AFTER CHURCH by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE DREAM GOES BY by EDWARD CARPENTER |