WHEN an old man walks with lowered head And eyes that do not seem to see, I wonder does he ponder on The worm he was or is to be. Or has he turned his gaze within, Lost to his own vicinity; Erecting in a doubtful dream Frail bridges to Infinity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL PEACE ON EARTH by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN PICCADILLY by ISAAC ROSENBERG |