I shall remember then, At twilight time or in the hush of dawn, Or yet, mayhap, when on a straying wind The scent of lilac comes, or when Some strain of music startles and is gone. Old dreams, old roses, all so far behind, Blossoms and birds and ancient shadow-trees, Whispers at sunset, the low hum of bees, And sheep that graze beneath a summer sun, Will they too come, they who in yester-year Walked the same paths and in the first of Spring, And shall I hear Their distant voices murmuring? I shall remember then When youth is done, With the dim years grown gray; And I shall wonder what it is that ends, And why they seem so very far away— Old dreams, old roses ... and old friends. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMING OF WISDOM WITH TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE EVENING WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT LAMENT FOR [THE DEATH OF] THOMAS DAVIS by SAMUEL FERGUSON THE KEARSARGE (1894) by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE EPIGRAM: 27. THE FRUIT by THOMAS WYATT A CHARACTER OF JOHN MORT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CLING TO THY MOTHER by GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE |