Dim watered vale whose clear streams seek the sea, At gray of dawn strange gods walked in the wood Before Saint Joseph's wattled chapel stood Woven with green wands from some Druid tree; The fragrance of a lost simplicity Clings to the tomb of the white brotherhood That wandered through wild lands, yet found it good To linger here apart with Calvary. The feet of frost have touched you, now you wear Autumn's rich ruined splendor and soft haze -- The memory of immemorial fires; But as you dream alone, the sea-winds bear A whispered promise from wide starry ways Of new songs that shall fill those fallen choirs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL VERSES by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE INVITATION by GEORGE HERBERT SONNET: SILENCE by THOMAS HOOD HELTER SKELTER; OR, THE HUE AND CRY AFTER THE ATTORNEYS by JONATHAN SWIFT PHILIP, KING OF MACEDON by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE THE TURN OF THE ROAD by JANE BARLOW THE RAKE'S PROGRESS by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 3. FRANCIS BRET HARTE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |