The West a glimmering lake of light, A dream of pearly weather, The first of stars is burning white -- The star we watch together. Is April dead? The unresting year Will shape us our September, And April's work is done, my dear -- Do you not remember? O gracious eve! O happy star,? Still flashing, glowing, sinking! Who lives of lovers near or far So glad as I in thinking? The gallant world is warm and green, For May fulfills November. When lights and leaves and loves have been Sweet, will you remember? O star benignant and serene, I take the good to-morrow, That fills from verge to verge my dream, With all its joy and sorrow! The old, sweet spell is unforgot That turns to June December; And, tho' the world remembered not, Love, we would remember. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE FEET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN SONGS IN ABSENCE: 7. THE SHIP by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH BROTHERS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SUNKEN GOLD by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON THE BARREL-ORGAN by ALFRED NOYES THE LOST COLORS by MARY A. BARR |