After Many Days
The mist hangs round the College tower, The ghostly street Is silent at this midnight hour, Save for my feet. With none to see, with none to hear, Downward I go To where, beside the rugged pier, The sea sings low. It sings a tune well loved and known In days gone by, When often here, and not alone, I watched the sky. That was a barren time at best, Its fruits were few; But fruits and flowers had keener zest And fresher hue. Life has not since been wholly vain, And now I bear Of wisdom plucked from joy and pain Some slender share. But, howsoever rich the store, I'd lay it down, To feel upon my back once more The old red gown.
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"The mist hangs round the College tower,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Robert Fuller Murray delivers a powerful performance in "After Many Days"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...