1 The green grows ever greyer as we pass; The lean soil sandier; the spacious air More breezy; raggeder the bristly grass; And the few crooked leafless trees more rare. 2 And now nor grass, nor trees! But only stones Tufted with patches of wild rosemary And spurge. Behind them hidden, something moans; And large white birds come with a questioning cry. 3 What's there, beyond? A thing unsearch'd and strange; Not happier, but different. Something vast And new. Some unimaginable change From what has been. Perchance the end at last? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE RANGITAKI VALLEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER |