THE years go by, old Friend! Each, as it fleets, Moves to a farther, fairer realm, the time When first we twain the pleasant land of Rhyme Discovered, choosing side by side our seats Below our separate Gods: in midnight streets And haunted attics flattered by the chime Of silver words, and, fed by faith sublime, I Shelley's mantle wore, you that of Keats, -- Dear dreams, that marked the Muse's childhood then, Nor now to be disowned! The years go by; The clear-eyed Goddess flatters us no more; And yet, I think, in soberer aims of men, And Song's severer service, you and I Are nearer, dearer, faithfuller than before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO KINDS OF RICHES by WILLIAM BLAKE THE FAR LOOK by MARGARET J. E. BROWN DREAM OF PEACE by LILA B. CARHART TO ---, ON HER OBSERVING THAT ST. VALENTINE'S DAY WAS HER BIRTHDAY by JOHN CHALK CLARIS OUT OF THE SHADOWS: AN UNFINISHED SONNET-SEQUENCE 8 by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. ODE; TO CHLORIS FROM FRANCE by CHARLES COTTON ON THE FRONTISPIECE OF ISAACSONS CHRONOLOGIE EXPLAINED (1) by RICHARD CRASHAW |