We ranging down this lower track, The path we came by, thorn and flower, Is shadow'd by the growing hour, Lest life should fail in looking back. So be it: there no shade can last In that deep dawn behind the tomb, But clear from marge to marge shall bloom The eternal landscape of the past; A lifelong tract of time reveal'd, The fruitful hours of still increase; Days order'd in a wealthy peace, And those five years its richest field. O Love, thy province were not large, A bounded field, nor stretching far; Look also, Love, a brooding star, A rosy warmth from marge to marge. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LEPANTO by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON A LITANY OF ATLANTA by WILLIAM EDWARD BURGHARDT DU BOIS ROBIN HOOD, TO A FRIEND by JOHN KEATS NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 1. GOOD NIGHT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FROM A PRAIRIE by BEATRICE BRISSMAN BRAW LADS O' GALLA WATER by ROBERT BURNS |