Long since, these ghosts lay dead -- The laughter in your eyes, The quietness of your words When evening laid its coolness everywhere; The dear ghost of your footsteps leaving, Then coming back to me . . . Now with strident stalkings And hollow soundings of the heavy chains, Night in and night out, These creatures of the past Are making marches again In the dungeon of my heart. Memories are only heavy prisoners now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON VASHTI by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON A MAY NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE LOVER'S VIGIL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE TOAD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |