These walls will not forget, through later days, How they had bloomed with lifted, tossing heads Of swaying girls who thronged these ordered ways, Like windy tulips blowing in their beds. They will remember laughter down a hall, And eyes more bright than blossoms in the grass -- A dream to haunt them, after all and all, When they are dust with dusty things that pass. So that some wind of beauty, waking then, Whose breath shall be new summertimes for earth, Will stir these scattered stones to dreams again, Of blowing shapes, of brightening eyes and mirth, And corridors, like windy tulip beds, Of swaying girls and lifted, tossing heads. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LOOKING INTO GOLDING'S OVID by STEVE SCAFIDI JR. THE WIND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IO VICTIS by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY AFTER-SIGHT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ON THE EVE OF DEPARTURE FROM O-- by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS TIME OF ROSES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |