Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT AN ALMSHOUSE, by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) Poet's Biography First Line: Beneath these shadows holy Last Line: Until the end be come. Subject(s): Poorhouses; Workhouses | ||||||||
BENEATH these shadows holy Age rests, or paces slowly, And muses, muses always On that which once has been, Recalling years long ended, And vanished visions splendid; The throb, the flush of old days, When all the world was green. When every hour brought pleasure, And every flower a treasure, And whispered words were spoken, And love was everywhere. The swift brief hour of passion, And then the old, old fashion, The childish accents broken -- Oh, precious days and fair! The years of self-denial, Blissful tho' full of trial, The young blooms waxing stronger, The older come to fruit. The tranquil days of gladness, The gradual calm and sadness, When childhood cheers no longer, And all the house is mute. Gone, but not wholly taken; Left, yet not all forsaken. Again the worn hearts cherish The memories of home; Again love-whispers greet them, Their children run to meet them, Blest dreams which never perish Until the end be come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET WRITTEN IN A WORKHOUSE by THOMAS HOOD THE WORKHOUSE CLOCK; AN ALLEGORY by THOMAS HOOD THE WORKHOUSE BOY by ANONYMOUS A CAROL by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A CHRISTMAS CAROL by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A CYNICS DAY-DREAM by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A FRAGMENT by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A GEORGIAN ROMANCE; A.D. 1900 by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A GREAT GULPH by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) |
|