AMID this dance of objects sadness steals O'er the defrauded heart -- while sweeping by, As in a fit of Thespian jollity, Beneath her vine-leaf crown the green Earth reels: Backward, in rapid evanescence, wheels The venerable pageantry of Time, Each beetling rampart, and each tower sublime, And what the Dell unwillingly reveals Of lurking cloistral arch, through trees espied Near the bright River's edge. Yet why repine? To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze -- Such sweet wayfaring -- of life's spring the pride, Her summer's faithful joy -- 'that' still is mine, And in fit measure cheers autumnal days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF THE LAST VERSES IN THE BOOK by EDMUND WALLER POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GEORGIO DI CHIRICO by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. PSALM 25. AD TE DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ZOPHIEL; OR THE BRIDE OF SEVEN: CANTO 6. BRIDAL OF HELEN by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS THE GLADNESS OF NATURE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LYRICS POET'S APOLOGY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. YORK MINISTER by EDWARD CARPENTER |