Anon, ere yet his pleasure was aware Of other presence with him in that place, A growing murmur in the jubilant air, With hum of voices gathering apace, And laughter interchanged, and tones well known, And steps approaching him familiar-wise, And names that seemed an echo of his own, Broke on his musing. Turning in surprise He saw around him a gay company, Faces of kinsmen or of friends as near, But dead or changed or wed: all now in joy, Such as they showed him once in days more dear Ere yet his manhood had been touched with pain, Stood forth to greet him to their hearts again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING DECADENT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LITTLE MILLINER by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN THE NEED OF BEING VERSED IN COUNTRY THINGS by ROBERT FROST THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT |