An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers,
Where every beam that broke the leaden sky
Lit other hills with fairer ways than ours;
Some clustered graves where half our memories lie;
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An elegantly written poem about our pilgrimage in life and how we act upon that journey to the grave. I am reading more by him!
The mists fell back upon the road below; Broke on our tired eyes the western light; graves, this was death......... very nice poem. tony
Life and death! ! This journey. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The path leads us to the grave. There is no escape. A very nice poem with a deep meaning related to life and death. Thanks a lot for sharing such a beautiful poem.
Very striking: contrast of graves washed by grim shadow or western light as interchangeable for life or death.
A beautiful and sad poem! All that remains in the end are graves! Thanks for sharing!
Loved the second stanza the most. The concluding four lines also left a deep impression on my mind: 'The mists fell back upon the road below; Broke on our tired eyes the western light; The very graves were for a moment bright: And this was Death.' A masterpiece, no doubt!