Suppose with lingering glance we say goodbye While yet the sloping meadowlands are bright With full-blown afternoon, and silver light Is shimmering where river ripples ply; For glamorous as youth the endless sky Is set with swan-like drift of lustrous white, And coverts by the waterside, despite Their shadows, bode no ill we may descry. Then can our hearts in warm assurance hold This landscape loveliness as imagery Of all that passing years would ever show, And desolation of a day grown cold Need never blight, with subtle poignancy, Remembered beauty that our thoughts bestow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAFFODILS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE ANGLER'S WISH by IZAAK WALTON THE CLUE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES MONTGOMERIE'S PEGGY by ROBERT BURNS THE LITTLE ONES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON VERMONT CORN MEAL by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: FOURTH SQUIRE by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE WIND OF MAY by EDWARD CARPENTER |