IN years defaced and lost, Two sat here, transport-tossed, Lit by a living love The wilted world knew nothing of: Scared momently By gaingivings, Then hoping things That could not be.... Of love and us no trace Abides upon the place; The sun and shadows wheel, Season and season sereward steal; Foul days and fair Here, too, prevail, And gust and gale As everywhere. But lonely shepherd souls Who bask amid these knolls May catch a faery sound On sleepy noontides from the ground: 'O not again Till Earth outwears Shall love like theirs Suffuse this glen!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF ONE DEAD by CONRAD AIKEN A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN A DIM DOORWAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON A PALMETTO by SIDNEY LANIER CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS THE ICE-CREAM SANDWICH by KAREN SWENSON |