Oh, I could let the world go by, Its loud new wonders and its wars, But how will I give up the sky When winter dusk is set with stars? And I could let the cities go, Their changing customs and their creeds, But oh, the summer rains that blow In silver on the jewel-weeds! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE REVEILLE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 11 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER IN IMITATION OF HORACE by APHRA BEHN KINDLY VISION by OTTO JULIUS BIERBAUM |