To-night I close my eyes and see A strange procession passing me -- The years before I saw your face Go by me with a wistful grace; They pass, the sensitive, shy years, As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears. The years went by and never knew That each one brought me nearer you; Their path was narrow and apart And yet it led me to your heart -- Oh, sensitive, shy years, oh, lonely years, That strove to sing with voices drowned in tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE INQUEST by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SEAWEED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AUSPEX by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SETH COMPTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO JOHN DRYDEN, ESQ.; POET LAUREATE AND HISTOGRAPHER ROYAL by PHILIP AYRES ON THE DEATH OF HER BODY by JAMES KEIR BAXTER |