Looking back along life's trodden way. Gleams and greenness linger on the track: Distance melts and mellows all to-day. Looking back. Rose and purple and a silvery grey, Is that cloud the cloud we called so black? Evening harmonizes all to-day. Looking back. Foolish feet so prone to halt or stray, Foolish heart so restive on the rack! Yesterday we sighed, but not to-day. Looking back. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BABY BELL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS [MAY 9, 1775] by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SONNET: 9 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IRELAND (1847) by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY THE QUAKER GRAVEYARD by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL TO MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT (ON HER BIRTHDAY, 1723) by ALEXANDER POPE |