Amid the shade of a deserted hall I stand and think on much that hath been lost. How long it is since other step has cross'd This time-worn floor; that tapestry is all Worm-eaten; and those columns rise up tall Yet crumbling to decay; where banners toss'd Thin spiders' webs hang now; and bitter frost Has even killed the flowers upon the wall. Yet once this was a home brim full of life, Full of the hopes and fears and love of youth, Full of love's language speaking without sound: Here honour was enshrined and kindly truth; Hither the young lord brought his blushing wife, And here her bridal garlands were unbound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CANDLE-LIGHTIN' TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO MOSCOW by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR IN AN ARTIST'S STUDIO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI OUR MASTER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ON THE RHINE by MATTHEW ARNOLD SATIRE: 2 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 46 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |