In that old pump-room, as I stood alone Beside the Bath, the old waters of the sun, I thought of two past eras. All were gone To evening haunts of pleasure and of fun. As they went off to dine, and dance, and sup, The Bath began to teem with modish ghosts, A reach of Lethe, sending bubbles up From bygone dandies, and forgotten toasts. Then, for relief, I turn'd to see and hear An older past, with fancy's eye, that takes Fond retrospects, and fancy's ear, that makes A sound of her own longings. Ofttimes here A home and grave the peaceful Roman found And little Caius cooed on British ground. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE LAKE BOATS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS QUI S'EXCUSE S'ACCUSE by MARIANNE MOORE TO THE PEACOCK OF FRANCE by MARIANNE MOORE |