For you grow younger with each glowing spring And your frail singers older every year; They'd grow immortal could their ardour bring A fragment of the wonder lurking here Into the body of our living day. Sometime, someone Will snare a song that will not pass away And all your beauty's bonds will be undone. For this unstoried forest calls fresh ways, Fresh words, fresh music, arts not told nor tried; Full years will prosper ere your poet lays His laurel at the feet of them that found Your lairs and marked the secret down and died; Good men, who loved like men, without a sound. For Love will never leave her dead to rot, What they revealed is measured by their sight; For that they loved your hills your hills will not Forget them, and the compass of their right Is by the compass of their love begot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SAINT PATRICK by EDWIN MARKHAM KEATS TO FANNY BRAWNE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON |