AS through the noon the reapers rest, Till sinks the sun adown the west, From morning toil an hour we come To dream beneath the trees of home. O gentle elms, within your shade Ye keep the vows that we have made: Your bending boughs, in tender tone, Are whispering still of Sixty-One. Like drowsy murmurs of the noon, Our noisy futures melt in tune, And all the past, like ocean shell, Still echoing, sighs -- farewell, farewell! Pure as the evening's pearly star, And sweet as songs that float afar, Our olden love comes back to-night, In music soft, and starry light. O summer wind, on pinions strong, Waft to the absent ones our song; And tell them, wander as they will, We love them still, -- we love them still! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STARTING FROM PAUMANOK by WALT WHITMAN PAL OF MY HEART by JULIA A. BRAND SO MUCH TO LEARN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. ONE AT A TIME by EDWARD CARPENTER SMOKE IS THE FOOD OF LOVERS by JACOB CATS LESBIA, LIVE TO LOVE by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS |