Say ye that years roll on and ne'er return? Say ye the Sun who leaves them all behind, Their great creator, can not bring one back With all his force, tho' he draw worlds around? Witness me, little streams that meet before My happy dwelling; witness Africo And Mensola! that ye have seen at once Twenty roll back, twenty as swift and bright As are your swiftest and your brightest waves, When the tall cypress o'er the Doccia Hurls from his inmost boughs the latent snow. Go, and go happy, light of my past days, Consoler of my present! thou whom Fate Alone could sever from me! One step higher Must yet be mounted, high as was the last: Friendship with faltering accent says "Depart, And take the highest seat below the crown'd." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON FIRST ENTERING WESTMINSTER ABBEY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD SONNET: 31 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY HOME, SWEET HOME, FR. CLARI, THE MAID OF MILAN by JOHN HOWARD PAYNE TO THE UNIMPLORED BELOVED by EDWARD SHANKS UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS; ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS .. DURING SERVICE by CHARLES SPRAGUE |