Within his shop he gathered silver, gold, And gems of other fashions, other days. Here nothing ever came that was not old: Rings, bracelets, forks, spoons, brooches, cups, and trays; A cornucopia on an elk-horn stand; A dinner-plate from the Duke of Wellington; Tea service that once knew a queen's frail hand; A crucifix and chain, gift for a nun; A locket like the one my mother wore; Bejeweled snuff-box with a royal crest; A prince's toy in a solid silver boar; A turquoise amulet a pope had blessed. And when I held a filigree gold case, A host of airy forms came floating by, Once owners of these precious things, a face I loved among them, as of old, held high. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FARE WELL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SOLILOQUY OF A TURKEY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AT HOME IN HEAVEN by JAMES MONTGOMERY A CANADIAN BOAT SONG; WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE by THOMAS MOORE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 96 by ALFRED TENNYSON |