Yet not in vain, O River of Yesterday, Through chasms of darkness to the deep descending, I heard thee sobbing in the rain, and blending Thy voice with other voices far away. I called to thee, and yet thou wouldst not stay, But turbulent, and with thyself contending, And torrent-like thy force on pebbles spending, Thou wouldst not listen to a poet's lay. Thoughts, like a loud and sudden rush of wings, Regrets and recollections of things past, With hints and prophecies of things to be, And inspirations, which, could they be things, And stay with us, and we could hold them fast, Were our good angels,--these I owe to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER by THOMAS CAMPBELL CHINA 1937 by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER SONG FOR THE NEWBORN by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN THE WATCHERS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE SAN FRANCISCO HARBOR by NANCY BUCKLEY SCENES FROM THE MAGICO PRODIGIOSO by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 47 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WHEN I LOOK UPON YOUR FACES by EDWARD CARPENTER |