EVER and ever, on and on, From winter dusk, to April dawn, This old enchanted world we range From night to light -- from change to change -- Or path of burs or lily-bells, We walk a world of miracles. The morning evermore must be A newer, purer mystery -- The dewy grasses, or the bloom Of orchards, or the wood's perfume Of wild sweet-williams, or the wet Blent scent of loam and violet. How wondrous all the ways we fare -- What marvels wait us, unaware! . . . But yesterday, with eyes ablur And heart that held no hope of Her, You paced the lone path, but the true That led to where she waited you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 9. VILLA SEBELLONI, BELLAGGIO by SARA TEASDALE THE LIGHT'OOD FIRE by JOHN HENRY BONER RONDEL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE A BALLADE OF LAWN TENNIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS UNSEASONABLE SNOWS by ALFRED AUSTIN ONE PRAYER by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |