Ah! still the old waves upon the gold sand breaking And still the old windy cliff-side and the sky Unchanged from the old lost days when you and I Clasped in sweet dreams too sweet and soft for waking Wandered,—and watched the salt free sea-wind shaking The tufted heads of clover and of grass. Now what is left us, as towards death we pass? Sorrow, and flowerless days, and lone heart-aching! Ah! still the old valley,—and the fern-leaves yonder And all the clustered grace of meadow-sweet! Doth never lightning traverse with red feet These green fair glades? Are the black wings of thunder Forbidden with hoarse rush the fronds to sunder, That all is changeless still though @3we@1 shall ne'er, Unchanged, be there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH MOUNTAIN FARM by MALCOLM COWLEY LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND |