IN years defaced and lost, Two sat here, transport-tossed, Lit by a living love The wilted world knew nothing of: Scared momently By gaingivings, Then hoping things That could not be.... Of love and us no trace Abides upon the place; The sun and shadows wheel, Season and season sereward steal; Foul days and fair Here, too, prevail, And gust and gale As everywhere. But lonely shepherd souls Who bask amid these knolls May catch a faery sound On sleepy noontides from the ground: 'O not again Till Earth outwears Shall love like theirs Suffuse this glen!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER THE GREAT RACE PASSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HEMLOCK AND CEDAR by CARL SANDBURG HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 1. VIETNAM by KAREN SWENSON |