I see so clearly now my similar years Renew each other, shod in rusty black, Like one hack following another hack In meaningless procession, dry of tears Driven empty, lest the noses, sharp as shears, Of gutter urchins at a hearse's back Should sniff a man died friendless, and attack With silly scorn his deaf, triumphant ears -- I see so clearly how my life must run, One year behind another year, until At length these bones that leap into the sun Are lowered into the gravel and lie still, I would at times the funeral were done And I abandoned on the ultimate hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAPLE AND SUMACH by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE POSY RING by CLEMENT MAROT THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON by ALEXANDER POPE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 9 by ALFRED TENNYSON NEAR DOVER, SEPTEMBER 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONNET: 16 by RICHARD BARNFIELD OCTOBER by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER |