English Poetry III: From Tennyson to Whitman.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
William Morris
731. The Days That Were
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We pass amid the gathering night
Some homestead that we had to leave
Years past; and see its candles bright
Shine in the room beside the door
Where we were merry years agone,
But now must never enter more,
As still the dark road drives us on.
E’en so the world of men may turn
At even of some hurried day
Across the waste that hath no way;
Then, with that faint light in its eyes,
Awhile I bid it linger near
And nurse in waving memories
The bitter sweet of days that were.