PARTED by time and space for many a year, Yet ever longing, hoping for a day When, heart to heart, the happy weeks shall stay Their flight for us, and all our sky be clear As in our boyhood's spring -- my brother dear, You and I bide our time. The buds of May Shall blossom yet for us. What though the gray Of dusky Autumn eventide be near, And silver locks and beards have changed us so From what we were -- you still to me are young, And I to you. The fireside of our loves Shall be our summer, bright as in the glow Of youth, when we, two blithe Arcadians, sung And fluted in those old Virginia groves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BANJO SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG by ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM LEGEND OF HAMILTON TIGHE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE ARCIERI OF MICHELANGELO by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO ANNE (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |