Where past Time the roads go far Littered with dust of sun and star, With sundered string and arrow sped The angels of the Lord lie dead. There lads of the impassioned races Reflect the night skies in their faces; Boys' eyes, boys' thoughts and bodies bright Are changing to eternal light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 10. BLIND LOVE by PHILIP AYRES IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: DEEDS MIGHT HAVE BEEN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SECTION GANG: MORNING by NORMAN BOLKER IN THE DARK by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THIS GREEN ORCHARD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |