O hours of Yale -- vanished hours! Memory, sorrowfully singing, Makes a far-off sound, like ringing Of a chime of silver bells, Whose soft music sinks and swells, Breathed upon by a breath of flowers; Fainter, sweeter fragrance bringing Than from odorous island-dells, Kissed all night by summer showers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CANONIZATION by JOHN DONNE THE HAUNTED OAK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR COMMEMORATION ODE READ AT HARVARD UNIVERSITY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO MY CHILDREN: 3 by DOLLIE CAROLINE MAITLAND RADFORD NIGHTINGALE AND CUCKOO by ALFRED AUSTIN SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: CHICAGO by BERTON BRALEY |