O Death of things that are, Eternity Of things that seem! Of all the happy past remains to me, To-day, a dream! Long blessed days of love and wakening thought, All, all are dead; Nothing endures we did, nothing we wrought, Nothing we said. But once I dreamed I sat and sang with you On Ida's hill. There, in the echoes of my life, we two Are singing still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG LAUNDRYMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL THE SPIRIT OF NATURE by RICHARD REALF THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 6. ALLAH-AS-SALAM by EDWIN ARNOLD TANAGER by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |