The New Faces
(Poem as it appeared in The Tower, 1928)
If you, that have grown old, were the
first dead,
Neither catalpa tree nor scented lime
Should hear my living feet, nor would
I tread
Where we wrought that shall break
the teeth of time.
Let the new faces play what tricks
they will
In the old rooms; night can out-
balance day,
Our shadows rove the garden gravel
still,
The living seem more shadowy than
they.