There is a charm and beauty in old things That time has mellowed. Land and cities quaint And curious; temples that knew restraint Of age and custom; even the robes of kings Take on a glory as each swift year brings Them faded luster. Sculpture and painting boast An ancient name, and old songs move us most. Because of the dead bards who gave them wings. In all about us is this truth revealed: Old stars that wander in an ancient sky; The aged sea whose breaking waves are whirled Against old shores; the fire of April sealed In hoary caverns, and that mighty cry Of winds that are more ancient than the world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BUSINESS REVERSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CHARGE OF THE BREAD BRIGADE by EZRA POUND FLEMING HELPHENSTINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |