Through glades and glooms! Oh, fair! Oh, sad! The paths of song, that led through these Thy feet, that once were free and glad Through glades and glooms! Oh, fair! Oh, sad! To wander beneath Winton trees! The paths of song, that led through these Now in soft shades of sleep they tread Thy feet, that once were free and glad By ways and waters of the dead. To wander beneath Winton trees! Now in soft shades of sleep they tread By ways and waters of the dead. There tender Otway walks with thee, And Browne, not strange among the dead: By solemn sounding waters ye, There tender Otway walks with thee, By willow vallies, gently led, And Browne, not strange among the dead: Think on old memories of her, By solemn sounding waters ye, Courtly and cloistral Winchester. By willow vallies, gently led, Think on old memories of her, Courtly and cloistral Winchester. So memory's mingled measure flows, In shadowy dream and twilight trance: Past death, to dawn of manhood, goes So memory's mingled measure flows, Thy spirit's unforgetting glance; In shadowy dream and twilight trance: Through glades and glooms! And hails at last Past death, to dawn of manhood, goes The lovely scenes long past: long past. Thy spirit's unforgetting glance; Through glades and glooms! And hails at last The lovely scenes long past: long past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |