Before the falling summer sun The boughs are shining all as gold, And down below them waters run, As there in former years they roll'd; The poolside wall is glowing hot, The pool is in a dazzling glare, And makes it seem as, ah! 'tis not, A summer when my life was fair. The evening, gliding slowly by, Seems one of those that long have fled; The night comes on to star the sky As then it darken'd round my head. A girl is standing by yon door, As one in happy times was there, And this day seems, but is no more, A day when all my life was fair. We hear from yonder feast the hum Of voices, as in summers past; And hear the beatings of the drum Again come throbbing on the blast. There neighs a horse in yonder plot, As once there neigh'd our petted mare, And summer seems, but ah! is not The summer when our life was fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER KING DAVID by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET PRECIOUS WORDS by EMILY DICKINSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 43. ALL GRASP, ALL LOSE by PHILIP AYRES ON THE DESERTED VILLAGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 6. LOVE'S DESPAIR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: IMR EL KAIS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |