I THAT time is dead forever, child, Drowned, frozen, dead forever! We look on the past, And stare aghast At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast, Of hopes which thou and I beguiled To death on life's dark river. II The stream we gazed on then, rolled by; Its waves are unreturning; But we yet stand In a lone land, Like tombs to mark the memory Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee In the light of life's dim morning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE THE WINSOME WEE THING by ROBERT BURNS ON A CARRIER WHO DIED OF DRUNKENNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE SNUG LITTLE ISLAND by THOMAS FROGNALL DIBDIN THE FIRST BLUEBIRD by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |