1 FOUR years! Four waves of that wide sea which rings the world Broken upon the shore, eternity. Upon whose crests, like waifs tossed by the tide, We neared, touched, floated side by side, and now Sad is their murmur on the shadowy sand, And sad our parting as we drift away. 2 Four years! Fled like the phantoms of a morning dream -- A strange, fair dream, and now the sun has risen, And the day's work begun. Yet blame us not If, while we gird ourselves, we linger still Wistfully musing over what we dreamed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA BALLAD OF THE LORDS OF OLD TIME by FRANCOIS VILLON THE DAFT DAYS by ROBERT FERGUSSON KEEPERS OF THE SUN by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH THE JACKET OF GREY by CAROLINE AUGUSTA BALL THE BEACHCOMBER by MILDRED DOSCH BANTA MR. SLUDGE, THE MEDIUM by ROBERT BROWNING |