Not from successful love alone, Nor wealth, nor honor'd middle age, nor victories of politics or war; But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions calm, As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky, As softness, fulness, rest, suffuse the frame, like fresher, balmier air, As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs really finish'd and indolent-ripe on the tree, Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of all! The brooding and blissful halcyon days! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PLACE OF PEACE by EDWIN MARKHAM AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DARKEST HOUR; OXFORD, 1917 by GEORGE SANTAYANA ISN'T IT ROMANTIC by KAREN SWENSON THE ARCHITECT (2) by KAREN SWENSON |