Then the sound of drums aroused me. The awakened city's roar Chased the phantoms I had summoned back into their graves once more. Hours had passed away like minutes; and, before I was aware, Lo! the shadow of the belfry crossed the sunillumined square. A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE. THIS is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past The forms that once have been. The Past and Present here unite Beneath Time's flowing tide, Like footprints hidden by a brook, POEMS. Here runs the highway to the town; There the green lane descends, The shadow of the linden-trees Lay moving on the grass; Between them and the moving boughs, Thy dress was like the lilies, I saw the branches of the trees Bend down thy touch to meet, The clover-blossoms in the grass Rise up to kiss thy feet. |