Now the days are all gone over Of our singing, love by lover. Days of summer-colored seas Blown adrift, through beam and breeze. Now the nights are all past over Of our dreaming, dreams that hover In a mist of fair false things, Nights afloat on wide wan wings. Now the loves with faith for mother, Now the fears which hope for brother, Scarce are with us as strange words, Notes from songs of last year's birds. Now all good that comes or goes is As the smell of last year's roses, As the radiance in our eyes Shot from summer's ere he dies. Now the morning faintlier risen Seems no God come forth of prison, But a bird of plume-plucked wing, Pale with thoughts of evening. Now hath hope, outraced in running Given the touch up of his cunning And the palm he thought to wear Even to his own strong child -- despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 5 by EZRA POUND THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN STANZAS TO AN AFFECTIONATE AND PIOUS PARENT, ON THE DEATH OF HER CHILD by BERNARD BARTON THE LAST BALLADE; MASTER FRANCOIS VILLON LOQUITUR by THOMAS BEER LILIES OF WHITE by UNNUR BENEDIKTDOTTIR THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: IBN KOLTHUM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |