Days of old,
Ye are not dead, though gone from me;
Ye are not cold,
But like the summer-birds fled o’er some sea.
The sun brings back the swallows fast
O’er the sea;
When he cometh at the last,
The days of old come back to me.
(George MacDonald)
More Poetry from George MacDonald:
- Somnium Mystici (George MacDonald Poems)
- A Story of the Sea-Shore (George MacDonald Poems)
- The Disciple (George MacDonald Poems)
- Concerning Jesus (George MacDonald Poems)
- A Manchester Poem (George MacDonald Poems)
- Love's Ordeal (George MacDonald Poems)