The shadows fall as the sun sinks down And heavily droops the day; A leaden pall weighs on tower and town And the last of the dead leaves flutters down And the swallows fly away. And the road winds always across the plain, And always its milestones glimmer white; But the travellers there come not again: They are lost in the night. Will the swallows never fly back to our eaves? Will our branches never bear fresh green leaves? Will the sun never lift our load? Must we live weighed down in a twilight-town Or be lost on a midnight-road? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITANY OF ATLANTA by WILLIAM EDWARD BURGHARDT DU BOIS LYRICS TO IANTHE (2). LAMENT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR PANEGYRIC by ABU BAKR MUHUMMAD SKY WRITING by MARY FINETTE BARBER IN FREIBURG STATION by RUPERT BROOKE THE WEAKEST THING by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TANNHAUSER; OR, THE BATTLE OF THE BARDS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |