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...ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY AT THE CHURCH DOOR by GEORGE SANTAYANA |