We ranging down this lower track, The path we came by, thorn and flower, Is shadow'd by the growing hour, Lest life should fail in looking back. So be it: there no shade can last In that deep dawn behind the tomb, But clear from marge to marge shall bloom The eternal landscape of the past; A lifelong tract of time reveal'd, The fruitful hours of still increase; Days order'd in a wealthy peace, And those five years its richest field. O Love, thy province were not large, A bounded field, nor stretching far; Look also, Love, a brooding star, A rosy warmth from marge to marge. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 7 by EZRA POUND WHEN I PERUSE THE CONQUER'D FAME by WALT WHITMAN AN ESCAPE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE MIRACLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH POST MORTEM by GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER THE TENTH MUSE: THE FOUR AGES OF MAN by ANNE BRADSTREET |