TELL me, Singer, of the way Winding down to Arcady? Of the world's roads I am weary— You, with song so brave and cheery, Happy troubadour must be On the way to Arcady?" Pausing on a muted note, Song forsook the Singer's throat, "Friend," sighed he, "you come too late, Once I could the way relate, Once—but long ago; Ah me, Far away is Arcady!" "Tell me, Poet, of the way Winding down to Arcady? Haunting is your verse and airy With the grace and gleam of faery— Dweller you must surely be In the land of Arcady?" Slow the Poet raised his eyes, Sad were they as winter skies, "Once, I sojourned there," he said; Then, no more—but with bent head Whispered low, "Ask not of me That lost road to Arcady!" Tell me, Lover, of the way Winding down to Arcady? Some sweet bourne your haste confesses— Know you paths no other guesses? Does your gaze, so far away, See the road to Arcady? In the Lover's eyes there gleamed Radiance of all things dreamed— "Nay, detain me not," he cried "I am hasting to my bride; What have roads to do with me, Love's at home in Arcady!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN CORPSE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UTOPIA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LANDSCAPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |