Yet not in vain, O River of Yesterday, Through chasms of darkness to the deep descending, I heard thee sobbing in the rain, and blending Thy voice with other voices far away. I called to thee, and yet thou wouldst not stay, But turbulent, and with thyself contending, And torrent-like thy force on pebbles spending, Thou wouldst not listen to a poet's lay. Thoughts, like a loud and sudden rush of wings, Regrets and recollections of things past, With hints and prophecies of things to be, And inspirations, which, could they be things, And stay with us, and we could hold them fast, Were our good angels,--these I owe to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD FRIDAY HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA FACADE: 1. PERE AMELOT by EDITH SITWELL SLEEPLESS NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE ASOLANDO: NOW by ROBERT BROWNING THE FOREFATHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE SHRUBBERY, WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION by WILLIAM COWPER |