He is companioned secretly When, with meditative feet, He passes down an idle street. A slow and misted company Disputes his solitude. Ahead, Like figures in a pageant, tread All his tomorrows with eyes that peer Over the near horizon's rim. He cannot hear above the dim Sound of their feet; he cannot clear His thought from the restricting gaze Fastened upon him from behind, Where follow the gracelessly resigned Figures of his yesterdays. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN IN KENSINGTON GARDENS by MATTHEW ARNOLD CREDO by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY ON HEARING OF INTENTION .. TO PURCHASE THE POET'S FREEDOM by GEORGE MOSES HORTON VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1878 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON THE SUN COMING OUT IN THE AFTERNOON by HENRY DAVID THOREAU ADDRESS TO THE TOOTHACHE by ROBERT BURNS |