"A home it was! and at declining day Wee, waiting ones went forth their sire to meet, As tired from toil he turned to this retreat, Where Love's caress would keep the world at bay; And all day long each dimpled child would play Beside that door whence flower-scent still is blown; But all around these haunts Neglect holds sway And Time the old foot-paths with weeds has sown." Thus Fancy spake and ceased; but when I pressed For reasons why 'twas left, she said to me: "One parent died or both; or, sore distressed By Fortune dire, one morn they turned the key; Or here they heard the calling of the West— Come, ask that lingering shape: 'tis Memory!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 4. AL-MALIK by EDWIN ARNOLD TO BARON DE STONNE WITH AIKIN'S ESSAYS ON SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD DEDICATION TO *** by JOHN CHALK CLARIS OFFERINGS by ANNA ROZILLA CREVER THE LEGACY by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES UNREGARDING by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE LIKE THIS IS LIFE by ROY FRISEN |