PAST happiness dissolves. It fades away, Ghost-like, in that dim attic of the mind To which the dreams of childhood are consigned. Here, withered garlands hang in slow decay, And trophies glimmer in the dying ray Of stars that once with heavenly glory shined. But you, old friend, are you still left behind To tell the nearness of life's yesterday? Ah, boon companion of my vanished boy, For you he lives; in every sylvan walk He waits; and you expect him everywhere. How would you stir, what cries, what bounds of joy, If but his voice were heard in casual talk, If but his footstep sounded on the stair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CRADLE SONG AT TWILIGHT by ALICE MEYNELL THE DEATH-BED by SIEGFRIED SASSOON AMORETTI: 75 by EDMUND SPENSER THE ROSE AND THE GAUNTLET by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 17. ON A SERMON AGAINST GLORY by MARK AKENSIDE |