In that old pump-room, as I stood alone Beside the Bath, the old waters of the sun, I thought of two past eras. All were gone To evening haunts of pleasure and of fun. As they went off to dine, and dance, and sup, The Bath began to teem with modish ghosts, A reach of Lethe, sending bubbles up From bygone dandies, and forgotten toasts. Then, for relief, I turn'd to see and hear An older past, with fancy's eye, that takes Fond retrospects, and fancy's ear, that makes A sound of her own longings. Ofttimes here A home and grave the peaceful Roman found And little Caius cooed on British ground. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PICCADILLY CIRCUS AT NIGHT: STREETWALKERS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE TO NIGHT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE UNIVERSAL MOTHER by SABINE BARING-GOULD RENUNCIATION by MATHILDE BLIND SNOW OR SNOWDROPS? by MATHILDE BLIND THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: THE SOUL'S SCIENCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |