I BLACK in the fading light Rose the old house I knew; A plum-tree, here and there in white, Upon the terrace grew. A wind came from the sea, And shook the blossoms down, And all of May was blown to me; I heard the clamoring town. Caught in the petaled snow, You stood upon the stair, The darkening garden-walks below, The sunset in the air. II. Betwixt green leaf and brown What yesterdays are pent! This sunset through the clamoring town, That self-same way I went. About me everywhere Lurked some vague smack of spring; And looked the stripped plum-branches there Ready for blossoming. There, in the terrace grass, The old year seemed the new; Yet, in the whole of Hallowmas, I had no sign of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DREAM by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 8 by THOMAS CAMPION TO A STEAM ROLLER by MARIANNE MOORE THE NAME OF JESUS by JOHN NEWTON TO A SHADE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO BARON DE STONNE.....TO FIND HIMSELF BETWEEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |