AS one through some beloved garden strays For the last time, and, lingering, stays to break A blossom here and there for old love's sake, So I go back through our lost yesterdays And cull my fragrant memories -- your praise And pride of me, the songs we used to make, The happy name you gave me. Oh, I take So little ere I face the untried ways. How will it be, dear, when I look on these My gathered roses in the years to be? Shall I behold love's garden all ablow As once we knew it, or, as one who sees That place he loved, deserted utterly, Given to emptiness and wind and snow? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAPUT MORTUUM by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 36 by JAMES JOYCE THE MYSTERIOUS CAT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY: THE HYMN by JOHN MILTON THE MILKMAID by JEFFREYS TAYLOR TO SAN FRANCISCO by S. J. ALEXANDER WHY PLAGUE ME, LOVES? by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY OF HENRY THE EIGHTH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |