Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; Their widening scope, Their distant employ, We never shall know. And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away, Each one is gone Ever beyond into infinite ways. We alone stay While years hurry on, The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FAMILIAR DREAM by PAUL VERLAINE THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY A NEGRO LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR UPON HIS SPANIEL [SPANIELL] TRACIE by ROBERT HERRICK MOTHER TO SON by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES TO A CHAMELEON by MARIANNE MOORE |