The homeless man has heard thy voice, Its sound doth move his memory deep; He stares bewildered, as a man That's shook by earthquake in his sleep. Thy solemn voice doth bring to mind The days that are for ever gone: Thou bringest to mind our early days, Ere we made second homes or none. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROSIT NEUJAHR by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE MORNING-GLORY by MARIA WHITE LOWELL THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD SPRING [IN WAR-TIME] by HENRY TIMROD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 24. AR-RAFI by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 47. AL-HAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD |