Little knowing the road ahead, Remembering only the gay laughter, The songs by the wayside; The beauty we have glimpsed And the friends we have known; The golden dawns, not the grey ones; The evening stars that have beckoned To places we have never found; The gorgeous sunsets that have left The richness of their afterglow All down the years -- We go on -- down the trail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 67 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PRELUDE: BOOK 1. CHILDHOOD AND SCHOOL-TIME by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LEISURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 19 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE STREAM OF LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT PROLOGUE FOR MR. WOODS by ROBERT BURNS |