JONES! as from Calais southward you and I Went pacing side by side, this public Way Streamed with the pomp of a too-credulous day, When faith was pledged to new-born Liberty: A homeless sound of joy was in the sky: From hour to hour the antiquated Earth Beat like the heart of Man: songs, garlands, mirth, Banners, and happy faces, far and nigh! And now, sole register that these things were, Two solitary greetings have I heard, "Good-morrow, Citizen!" a hollow word, As if a dead man spake it! Yet despair Touches me not, though pensive as a bird Whose vernal coverts winter hath laid bare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICA: SONNET 2 by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE THE HEART OF THE SOURDOUGH by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE ALCHEMIST by ST. CLAIR ADAMS WHITENESS, OR CHASTITY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FOR THE MASTER'S SAKE by MINNIE MASON BEEBE |