A bridle-path in the tangled mallee,
With blossoms unnamed and unknown bespread,
And two who ride through its leafy alley,
But never the sound of a horse's tread.
And one by one whilst the foremost rider
Puts back the boughs which have grown apace,
And side by side where the track is wider,
Together they come to the olden place.
To the leaf-dyed pool whence the mallards flattered,
Or ever the horses had paused to drink;
Where the word was said and the vow was uttered
That brighten for ever its weedy brink.
And Memory closes her sad recital,
In Fate's cold eyes there are kindly gleams,
While for one brief moment of blest requital,
The parted have met, in the Land of Dreams.
'And memory closes her recital, Fate's cold eyes there are kindly gleams' Fascinating and insightful piece.
Wonderful, imaginative poem...abounding with magical words and imagery!
Her sad recital! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
So nice and so soothing a poem! Loved the rhymes and the rhythms. Glad to see the poem selected as the 'Classic Poem of the Day'. Posthumous congratulations to the poet!
In the land of dreams....a beautiful poem is well executed. It is one of the brilliant poem of Mary Hannah Footy.
An excellent Classic poem, a plaesure to read and a sensation to declamate this Land Of Dreams. CONGRATULATIONS to the family of the late great poetess. ToMyPoemsList.
And Memory closes her sad recital, In Fate's cold eyes there are kindly gleams, While for one brief moment of blest requital, The parted have met, in the Land of Dreams.....dream there lovingly entangles everything where love adorns the life like the rising sun of the enlightened universe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where all the parted have met... in the land of dreams. Ah what a lovely poem.