He followed the curve of the sunrise Till he came to the gap of the hill, Where the golden track to the morning Beckoned, very still. And over that ancient pathway, In a mist of flooding foam, He met the star-eyed shepherd Bringing his slow flock home. Up through the gates of magic They drifted, one by one, As the little white clouds on the hillside Drifted before the sun. Softly, before their shepherd, They paced down the grassy rim, And the golden track to the morning Was no longer the way for him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND by HAYDEN CARRUTH DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |