I THAT time is dead forever, child, Drowned, frozen, dead forever! We look on the past, And stare aghast At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast, Of hopes which thou and I beguiled To death on life's dark river. II The stream we gazed on then, rolled by; Its waves are unreturning; But we yet stand In a lone land, Like tombs to mark the memory Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee In the light of life's dim morning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 25. MOTHER AND SON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON HELEN'S FACE A BOOK by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE BLIND TRAVELER by ALICE CARY FRAGMENT OF METRICAL EPISTLE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |