Dust of the feet And dust of the wheels, Wagons and people going, All day feet and wheels. Now... ...Only stars and mist A lonely policeman, Two cabaret dancers, Stars and mist again, No more feet or wheels, No more dust and wagons. Voices of dollars And drops of blood .... Voices of broken hearts, ...Voices singing, singing, ...Silver voices, singing, Softer than the stars, Softer than the mist. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ITINERANT POET'S ROAD SONG by KAREN SWENSON HER MERRIMENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE FROM AN EXCAVATION ON THE WARRIOR RIVER by ESTHER BARRETT ARGO JULY IN MONTANA by LILLA BOGERT APPRECIATION by LIDA WILLIAMS BROCKER ASOLANDO: PROLOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING |