SEEN by memory's magic, Yesterday is golden; Hope illumes the morrow; Eyes are only holden From some fair illusion When they view to-day, With its mists of morning, Bitter blown away. Yet of all the morrows That from me are hidden; All the bright days ended Coming back unbidden; None or was or will be Richer in its way Than this open-handed, Slightly prized to-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYSTERIA by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT DEATH OF STONEWALL JACKSON by HENRY LYNDEN FLASH THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY THE MARRIAGE VOW by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON TO A CYCLAMEN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE KING OF YVETOT by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |