The faces and the forms of yore, Again recall, again recast; Let your fine fingers raise once more The curtains of the quiet past; And there, beside the English fires That sung and sparkled long ago, The sires of your departed sires. The mothers of our mothers' show. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND PEACE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPILOGUE TO DRAMATIS PERSONAE by ROBERT BROWNING |