The wild white geese fly over With strange and eerie cry, And seem but dream shapes ghostly Against a windy sky. My thoughts go backward faring To long and long ago, And all youth's dreams are phantoms That now I scarcely know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR |