THOUGHTS flutter like butterfly wings In Memory's folding web; And, like some timeless Angelus, An old bell tolls and brings The clanking pole-bars of a spectral bus, Hooves on the cobbles, the old 'Keb, sir? Keb?' Old houses with ringed horse-poles and the chains, The sky-deep puddles and torrential drains; But Whelan wrecked the years of strange content When old Miss Burton's blue-stone cottage went. Loving new things newly, Loving old things in an old measure! Time alters deeply, truly, The hues of deathless treasure. Depriving, yet restoring, Old things to our imploring, Some exquisite loss still lingers When Time has stroked our adoring With cooling fingers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UTOPIA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |