From the very first coming down Into a new valley with a frown Because of the sun and a lost wav, You certainly remained: today I, crouching behind a sheep-pen, heard Travel across a sudden bird, Cry out against the storm, and found The year s arc a completed round And love's worn circuit re-begun, Endless with no dissenting turn. Shall see, shall pass, as we have seen The swallow on the tile, spring's green Preliminary shiver, passed A solitary truck, the last Of shunting in the Autumn. But now To interrupt the homely brow, Thought warmed to evening through and through Your letter comes, speaking as you, Speaking of much but not to come. Nor speech is close nor fingers numb. If love not seldom has received An unjust answer, was deceived. I, decent with the seasons, move Different or with a different love, Nor question overmuch the nod, The stone smile of this country god That never was more reticent. Always afraid to say more than it meant. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON HEARING THE ORGAN by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DARK FOREST by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TO HIMSELF; AN ODE by ANACREON THE HIRED MAN by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THESEUS, SELECTION by BACCHYLIDES |