By the shore, a plot of ground Clips a ruin'd chapel round, Buttress'd with a grassy mound; Where Day and Night and Day go by, And bring no touch of human sound. Washing of the lonely seas, Shaking of the guardian trees, Piping of the salted breeze; Day and' Night and Day go by To the endless tune of these. Or when, as winds and waters keep A hush more dead than any sleep, Still morns to stiller evenings creep, And Day and Night and Day go by; Here the silence is most deep. The empty ruins, lapsed again Into Nature's wide domain Sow themselves with seed ˜nd grain As Day and Night and Day go by; And hoard June's sun and April's rain. Here fresh funeral tears were shed. Now the graves are also dead' ' And suckers from the ash-tree' spread, WhIle Day and Night and Day go by; And stars move calmly overhead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARCHEANASSA by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS A MIDNIGHT MEDITATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE FIRESIDE CHAIRS; HUSBAND TO WIFE by WILLIAM BARNES BRYANT'S BIRTHPLACE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE TRIUMPHS OF THY CONQUERING POWER by WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST DOOMSDAY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 24 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH MERCHANT ADVENTURERS (WITH ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO SIMEON STRUNSKY) by BERTON BRALEY |