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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN OLD STREET, by VIRGINIA WOODWARD CLOUD First Line: The past walks here, noiseless, unasked, alone Last Line: "it is too late for laughter, -- or for love." | |||
THE Past walks here, noiseless, unasked, alone; Knockers are silent, and beside each stone Grass peers, unharmed by lagging steps and slow That with the dark and dawn pass to and fro. The Past walks here, unseen forevermore, Save by some heart who, in her half-closed door, Looks forth and hears the great pulse beat afar, -- The hum and thrill and all the sounds that are, And listening remembers, half in fear, As a forgotten tune reechoes near, Or from some lilac bush a breath blows sweet Through the unanswering dusk, the voiceless street, -- Looks forth and sighs, -- with candle held above, -- "It is too late for laughter, -- or for love." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENELOPE'S CHRISTMAS DANCE by VIRGINIA WOODWARD CLOUD THE MOTHER'S SONG by VIRGINIA WOODWARD CLOUD UNITY by VIRGINIA WOODWARD CLOUD YOUTH by VIRGINIA WOODWARD CLOUD GOD AND MY COUNTRY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RESURRECTION, IMPERFECT by JOHN DONNE THE NIGHT-PIECE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK OUR LEFT' by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THE MESSAGE-BEARER by JOHN D. BARRY REMEMBRANCE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES A ROUND by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE STORM by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |
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