UNWEARIED the seasons come and go, Unfailing recur bud, leaf, fruit, snow. The vast blue solitude abides, Each walks alone below— Two seldom walk abreast. When the circle is rounded by the tides And the journey ends—who would not rest? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREENWOOD CEMETERY by CRAMMOND KENNEDY THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN WHEN YOU ARE OLD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS INTAGLIOS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE RED SUNSETS, 1883 (1) by MATHILDE BLIND |