OH years sunk mutely in the abyss, Vocal at last, I hear you say, "Our days were stepping stones to this, Through floods of chance that washed away No rarer thing than love that is, No costlier good than love can pay." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BUSINESS REVERSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HEART'S FIRST WORD (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG |