This place is at its dreams between the walls That guard it, crumbling as the years go by. Faint whispers stir in leaves. A gray bird calls Upon a branch against sun-flooded sky. The lizards creep to bask upon the stones Where dainty slippers tapped beneath the stars So long ago. Now come soft monotones Where once the hush turned silvery with guitars. When twilight comes, what laughter, faintly heard, Wakes these red flowers in their olden place? When stars come out, what shadowy shapes are stirred To life for memory of some lovely face? ... What hearts have had and left at last behind In such a place one feels, but who may find! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR GOOD NIGHT by HESTER A. BENEDICT THE HULDRA-WOMAN by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE ABER STATIONS: STATIO QUARTA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN LOVE SONGS: 9. A SIGH FROM OXFORD by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE by ROBERT BURNS ON THE DISINTERESTED LOVE OF GOD (2) by JOHN BYROM |