I LIKE the ghost of a dear friend dead Is Time long past. A tone which is now forever fled, A hope which is now forever past. A love so sweet it could not last, Was Time long past. II There were sweet dreams in the night Of Time long past. And, was it sadness or delight, Each day a shadow onward cast Which made us wish it yet might last -- That Time long past. III There is regret, almost remorse, For Time long past. 'T is like a child's beloved corse A father watches, till at last Beauty is like remembrance cast From Time long past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR PLAYING SOMEONE ELSE'S PIANO by KAREN SWENSON EAST AND WEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD SAW YE JOHNNIE COMIN'? by JOANNA BAILLIE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 13 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE RETURN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH IN MEMORIAM by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |