AS through the noon the reapers rest, Till sinks the sun adown the west, From morning toil an hour we come To dream beneath the trees of home. O gentle elms, within your shade Ye keep the vows that we have made: Your bending boughs, in tender tone, Are whispering still of Sixty-One. Like drowsy murmurs of the noon, Our noisy futures melt in tune, And all the past, like ocean shell, Still echoing, sighs -- farewell, farewell! Pure as the evening's pearly star, And sweet as songs that float afar, Our olden love comes back to-night, In music soft, and starry light. O summer wind, on pinions strong, Waft to the absent ones our song; And tell them, wander as they will, We love them still, -- we love them still! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND CITY VIGNETTE: RAIN AT NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY (2) by JOHN BYROM ON THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST by WILLIAM DUNBAR |