Broad gold, the evening colors glow, The April air is cool and tender. You should have come ten years ago, And yet in welcome I surrender. Come here, sit closer in our nook, And turn gay eyes at what my nurses Might never glimpse: the blue-bound book That holds my awkward childish verses. Forgive me that I did not look Sunward with joy, but dwelt with sorrow, Forgive me all whom I mistook For you, oblivious of the morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A LIBRARY by EMILY DICKINSON THE MESSAGES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON UPON BEN JONSON [JOHNSON] by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: 15. TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX by JOHN MILTON LITTLE JESUS by FRANCIS THOMPSON THE WAITER AND THE ALLIGATOR by G. W. A. |