Somewhere is music from the linnets' bills, And thro' the sunny flowers the bee-wings drone, And white bells of convolvulus on hills Of quiet May make silent ringing, blown Hither and thither by the winds of showers, And somewhere all the wandering birds have flown; And the brown breath of Autumn chills the flowers. But where are all the loves of long ago? Oh, little twilight ship blown up the tide, Where are the faces laughing in the glow Of morning years, the lost ones scattered wide? Give me your hand, Oh brother, let us go Crying about the dark for those who died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 1. SUNRISE IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELMER BARR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ASSAULT HEROIC by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PAUL REVERE'S RIDE [APRIL 1775] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 12. VENUS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 132 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |