At yestere'en the world was dull and bare, Across the brown fields, looking out to sea, The loitering grass-stalks, moving fitfully, Reminders were of serried ranks of care. The very noises of the highway jarred With seeming consciousness the aching heart, And souls twin-born, instinctively apart Did move nor deemed the passing hour ill-starred. Today a silent peacemaker is here, Whose graceful touch the world has garmented, And brambles from their lowly, wayside bed Are risen and in outlines new appear, And sounds are hushed that vexed so sadly then, Half-softened -- half-subdued -- half-lost It may be had we known the cost We had not been such fretful, restless men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI THE DYING SOLDIER by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE REFORMER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PSALM 28. AD TE DOMINE CLAMABO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE GOLD HAIR; A STORY OF PORNIC by ROBERT BROWNING STILL DAYS AND STORMY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |