THE road winds grey, deserted, Trodden hard by many feet. Quiet, and empty the space That echoed lively voices And the beat of lilting hearts. Each term, they come, crowns gleam ...! A few years and they are carried Into life's sucking stream. Tall trees like veiled, grave figures, Mist muffled, in silence stand. The road winds grey, deserted, Waiting for many feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROUEN; 26 APRIL - 25 MAY 1915 by MAY WEDDERBURN CANNAN FIRE, FAMINE AND SLAUGHTER. A WAR ECLOGUE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY (FROM A WESTERNER'S POINT OF VIEW) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |