O hours of Yale -- vanished hours! Memory, sorrowfully singing, Makes a far-off sound, like ringing Of a chime of silver bells, Whose soft music sinks and swells, Breathed upon by a breath of flowers; Fainter, sweeter fragrance bringing Than from odorous island-dells, Kissed all night by summer showers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONOLOGUE FROM A MATTRESS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER UNWELCOME by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE SONNET: 46 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: SPRING by JOHN FLETCHER ENGLAND'S DEAD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON |