LIKE long terraces the evening clouds Prolong themselves to an infinite grey Of distance, as shadows seen in a dream. Like old parks full of autumnal branches Which the winds agitate, slowly, to and fro; The evening clouds, grey interwoven, Sway in a stately measure of old. Like colonnades, like colonnades darkening, Like colonnades ancient, mouldering, mysterious, Stand the motionless clouds of evening: And my old soul goes shivering amid them, Seeking grey ghosts that resemble me: Like colonnades along long terraces Prolonged, the colonnades of temples, Behind whose bronze gates, never opened, Crouch the colossal gods of night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HERETIC: 3. MOCKERY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SELF-DEPENDENCE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE TEARS by TUMADIR BINT IBN AL-SHARID AL-KHANSA LOVER'S LAMENT by EVA K. ANGLESBURG TO THE MEMORY OF SAMUEL WHITBREAD by BERNARD BARTON |