The seconds drift like sheep that shepherd lack, Between the wires of the fence of time, Leaving the wool of memory, white and black, To bleach upon the barbs while seasons climb. And hearts resign and shrivel into dust And creeping things destroy the outworn garbs, But still the ageless fences never rust And still the wool entangles on the barbs. And ere the circling sun of circling tires, And ere the moon has lost her minted sheen, Will sheep forever drift between the wires And memory-wool upon the barbs be seen. And through the fences of eternity Will white-fleeced sheep drift everlastingly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LAST DAYS OF BYRON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE DIFFERENCE by ANGELO PHILIP BERTOCCI THE NEW WORLD; TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES by LAURENCE BINYON |