SLIP back, Time! Yet again I am nearing Castle and keep, uprearing Gray, as in my prime. At the inn Smiling nigh, why is it Not as on my visit When hope and I were twin? Groom and jade Whom I found here, moulder; Strange the tavern-holder, Strange the tap-maid. Here I hired Horse and man for bearing Me on my wayfaring To the door desired. Evening gloomed As I journeyed forward To the faces shoreward, Till their dwelling loomed. If again Towards the Atlantic sea there I should speed, they'd be there Surely now as then? ... Why waste thought, When I know them vanished Under earth; yea, banished Ever into nought! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETRY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO W.P.: 1 by GEORGE SANTAYANA YOUTH'S IMMORTALITY by GEORGE SANTAYANA JOHANNA PEDERSEN by KAREN SWENSON NURSING HOME: THE VISIT by KAREN SWENSON THE KIND MOON by SARA TEASDALE |