YOU were here at his young beginning, You are not here at his aged end; Off he coaxed you from Life's mad spinning, Lest you should see his form extend Shivering, sighing, Slowly dying, And a tear on him expend. So it comes that we stand lonely In the star-lit avenue, Dropping broken lipwords only, For we hear no songs from you, Such as flew here For the new year Once, while six bells swung thereto. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER TO A POLICEMAN IN KANSAS CITY by KENNETH PATCHEN MILITARY MIND by CHARLIE SMITH SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE POET AND HIS SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE GODS OF THE COPYBOOK HEADINGS by RUDYARD KIPLING IMMORTALITY [OR, VERSE] by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND by THOMAS MOORE |