I AS newer comers crowd the fore, We drop behind. - We who have laboured long and sore Times out of mind, And keen are yet, must not regret To drop behind. II Yet there are some of us who grieve To go behind; Staunch, strenuous souls who scarce believe Their fires declined, And know none spares, remembers, cares Who go behind. III 'Tis not that we have unforetold The drop behind; We feel the new must oust the old In every kind; But yet we think, must we, must we, Too, drop behind? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER DOMEDAY BOOK: MIRIAM FAY'S LETTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RAT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BEFORE THE FLOWERS OF FRIENDSHIP FADED FADED: 21 by GERTRUDE STEIN |