Three children on a long, white road That seaward runs afar; A winding ribbon edged with flame, So close the lilies are. Three children on a long white road That winds down to the sea; Though one counts years by many more, What matter need that be? All three can hear the music ring From chiming lily bells, And yet the tawny, velvet throat A different message tells. For they who stand upon the path Where youth and childhood meet, Hear distant voices sweet and clear That call the willing feet; But one, who climbs the hill halfway, Stands lingering the last, To catch the far-off sounds that rise, Faint echoes of the past. Three children on a long, white road That seaward runs afar; A winding ribbon edged with flame, So close the lilies are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COURT LADY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL, FR. ROSALIND [ROSALYNDE] by THOMAS LODGE IMAGES: 2 by RICHARD ALDINGTON IN A GARRET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 89, 90. MU'HTI, MANI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: DEDICATION TO R. WENMAN by WILLIAM BASSE |