BETWEEN the roadside and the wood, Between the dawning and the dew, A tiny flower before the wind, Ephemeral in time, I grew. The chance of straying feet came by, -- Nor death nor love nor any name Known among men in all their lands, -- Yet failure put desire to shame. To-night can bring no healing now, The calm of yesternight is gone; Surely the wind is but the wind, And I a broken waif thereon. How fair my thousand brothers wave Upon the floor of God's abode: Whence came that careless wanderer Between the woodside and the road! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE PAINS OF SLEEP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE PHILOSOPHER TOAD by REBECCA S. REED NICHOLS MY MARYLAND by JAMES RYDER RANDALL LAUGHING CORN by CARL SANDBURG SONGS OF TRAVEL: 26. IF THIS WERE FAITH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A SUMMER NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |