WHEN Thomas set this tablet here, Time laughed at the vain chanticleer; And ere the moss had dimmed the stone, Time had defaced that garrison. Now I in turn keep watch and ward In my red house, in my walled yard Of sunflowers, sitting here at ease With friends and my bright canvases. But hark, and you may hear quite plain Time's chuckled laughter in the lane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CLEVER WOMAN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE TO JOHN DONNE (1) by BEN JONSON WHITTIER by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE HOLY GRAIL by ALFRED TENNYSON SNOWBOUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THESE ENDURE by MARION H. ADDINGTON |