Poem Lake | Page 3918 | The Greatest Poems of All Time

Yesterday is History Yesterday is History, 'Tis so far away — Yesterday is Poetry — 'Tis Philosophy — Yesterday is mystery — Where it is Today While we shrewdly speculate Flutter both away Poet:	You Are Old, Father William Poet:	You cannot make Remembrance grow You cannot make Remembrance grow When it has lost its Root — The tightening the Soil around And setting it upright Deceives perhaps the Universe But not retrieves the Plant — Real Memory, like Cedar Feet... Poet:	You cannot put a Fire out — You cannot put a Fire out — A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan — Upon the slowest Night — You cannot fold a Flood — And put it in a Drawer — Because the Winds would find it out —... Poet:
You cannot take itself You cannot take itself From any Human soul — That indestructible estate Enable him to dwell — Impregnable as Light That every man behold But take away as difficult As undiscovered Gold —... Poet:	You constituted Time — You constituted Time — I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself — 'Twas therefore Deity The Absolute — removed The Relative away — That I unto Himself adjust My slow idolatry — ... Poet:	You dont believe I wont attempt to make ye *** * *** You dont believe I wont attempt to make ye You are asleep I wont attempt to wake ye Sleep on Sleep on while in your pleasant dreams Of Reason you may drink of Lifes clear streams ... Poet:	You know that Portrait in the Moon — You know that Portrait in the Moon — So tell me who 'tis like — The very Brow — the stooping eyes — A fog for — Say — Whose Sake? The very Pattern of the Cheek — It varies — in the Chin — But —... Poet:
You left me — Sire — two Legacies — You left me — Sire — two Legacies — A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of — You left me Boundaries of Pain — Capacious as the Sea — Between Eternity and Time — ... Poet:	You love me — you are sure — You love me — you are sure — I shall not fear mistake — I shall not cheated wake — Some grinning morn — To find the Sunrise left — And Orchards — unbereft — And Dollie — gone! I need not... Poet: