If we took the old path In the old field The same gate would stand there That will never yield. Where the sun warmed us With a cloak made of gold, The rain would be falling And the wind would be cold; And we would stop to search In the wind and the rain, But we would not find the stargrass By the path again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMET by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES RUTGERS COLLEGE HYMN by LOUIS BEVIER JR. CALL OF THE OPEN by LAURA E. BRADSHAW ON THESE LABOURED POEMS OF THE DECEASED AUTHOR, MR. WILLIAM BOSWORTH by L. C. |