THE clocks are chiming in my heart A cobweb chime; Old murmurings of days that die, The sob of things a-drifting by. The clocks are chiming in my heart! The stars have twinkled, and died out -- Fair candles blown! The hot desires burn low, and gone To ash the fire that flamed anon. The stars have twinkled, and died out! Old journeys travel in my head! They come and go -- Forgotten smiles of stranger friends, Sweet weary miles, and sweeter ends. Old journeys travel in my head! The leaves are dropping from my tree! Dead leaves and flown, The vine-leaf ghosts are round my brow, For ever frosts and winter now. The leaves are dropping from my tree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SWORD AND THE SICKLE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BAY FIGHT by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL THE BALLAD OF ORISKANY by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER ON HEARING AN AEOLIAN HARP by PETER BAYLEY JR. A WOMAN'S ANSWER TO THE VAMPIRE by FELICIA BLAKE THE DANCE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ONE PASSES BY by GLENN CLAIRMONTE |