Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OLD SCHOOLHOUSE, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: There broods the pathos of a time long past Last Line: That lit the players in the long-ago. Subject(s): Faces; Life; Love; Past; Schools; Time; Students | ||||||||
THERE broods the pathos of a time long past In every nook and every grass-grown way; The fences lean as tired out at last, That once pent in so many lads at play. The doors gape open, but one harks in vain For human voices or for hurrying feet; The rusty weather-cock creaks out that rain Or days uncloudy come, or snow and sleet. The gables droop, the windows, staring-eyed, Do seem to mock one pitying the place; A thousand birds and flowers long have tried To put upon the scene a summer face. But spite of them, a silence wide and deep Clings round the corners, sits on every stone: It is a spot for lingering and sleep, For guessing other fortunes than your own. I people all the playground up and down With rushing forms and sound of laughter high; I watch the light of evening like a crown Upon the walls, till pales the western sky. I wonder how those sturdy limbs have fared That since have wandered far as east and west; I wonder who from sorrows have been spared, I strive to read the hearts that have been blessed; And so my love must follow, one by one, The life of each, and all its changes know, . . . Until the faces fade, as did the sun That lit the players in the long-ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB YOU GO TO SCHOOL TO LEARN by THOMAS LUX GRADESCHOOL'S LARGE WINDOWS by THOMAS LUX BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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