A Ramble

by Michael Shindler (November 2024)

–
A ramble in the briar green,
Borrowed words bought in better times,
A boy and a girl in a bewitching scene,
Which recollection like an ivy climbs,
–
The sweet swinging of the pendulum-mind
From head to heart to hope,
From mood to mood,
Ever consoling and never consigned,
Wearying of want and of wanting wooed:
–
These things a clock cannot erase
Nor by a patience pardon
Nor hide in the night.
–
These things are written on the face
Of a bust in the garden
Of earthly delight.
–

–

Table of Contents

Michael Shindler is a writer living in Washington, DC. His work has appeared in publications including The American Conservative, The American Spectator, National Review Online, New English Review, University Bookman, and Providence. His new book is Fret Not and is available here. Follow him on Twitter @MichaelShindler.

Follow NER on Twitter @NERIconoclast