RAMBLING I looked for an old abode Where, years back, one had lived I knew; Its site a dwelling duly showed, But it was new. I went where, not so long ago, The sod had riven two breasts asunder; Daisies throve gaily there, as though No grave were under. I walked along a terrace where Loud children gambolled in the sun; The figure that had once sat there Was missed by none. Life laughed and moved on unsubdued, I saw that Old succumbed to Young: 'Twas well. My too regretful mood Died on my tongue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON NATURES COOK by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH YOUTH AND CUPID by ELIZABETH I AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 6. A WIFE WAITS by THOMAS HARDY THE FAIR SINGER by ANDREW MARVELL THE THREE HERMITS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EXTEMPORE ON BEING SHOWN SHOE BUCKLES WORN BY DAVID GARRICK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |