ALONE, beneath the darkened sky, With saddened heart and unstrung lyre, I heap the spoils of years gone by, And leave them with a long-drawn sigh, Like drift-wood brands that glimmering lie, Before the ashes hide the fire. Let not these slow declining days The rosy light of dawn outlast; Still round my lonely hearth it plays, And gilds the east with borrowed rays, While memory's mirrored sunset blaze Flames on the windows of the past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EPILOGUE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OLD MAN by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER ONCE BEFORE by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE LEARNING TO READ by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE NIGHT-PIECE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK ROMEO AND JULIET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |