1 The green grows ever greyer as we pass; The lean soil sandier; the spacious air More breezy; raggeder the bristly grass; And the few crooked leafless trees more rare. 2 And now nor grass, nor trees! But only stones Tufted with patches of wild rosemary And spurge. Behind them hidden, something moans; And large white birds come with a questioning cry. 3 What's there, beyond? A thing unsearch'd and strange; Not happier, but different. Something vast And new. Some unimaginable change From what has been. Perchance the end at last? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOOKS AND EYES by KAREN SWENSON MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 11. TO THE COUNTRY GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND by MARK AKENSIDE UNION SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT TO NIMUE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |