I DID not think that I should find them there When I came back again; but there they stood, As in the days they dreamed of when young blood Was in their cheeks and women called them fair. Be sure, they met me with an ancient air, -- And, yes, there was a shop-worn brother-hood About them; but the men were just as good, And just as human as they ever were. And you that ache so much to be sublime, And you that feed yourselves with your descent, What comes of all your visions and your fears? Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CONSECRATION by JOHN MASEFIELD LETTER TO MY SISTER by ANNE SPENCER THE SHRINE OF VENUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON SONNET TO - -. by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT OATS WILD TURN MILD by THRALL BUELL THE REED by HENRY BERNARD CARPENTER THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN: THE PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |