An Old Picture

THERE are times when a dream delicious
Steals into a musing hour,
Like a face with love capricious
That peeps from a woodland bower;

by John Boyle O'Reilly Click to read full poem

Comments (20)

an old picture reminds and tells the whole happy to sorrow story of the past
I like the internal rhymes and the flow of the poetic words.
Beautiful. A dream that steals in morning and leaves one with a desire to go back to sleep.......written with such lovely expressions and poetic rhythm.
Where the voices blend and the lilies end And the elm-tree shadows quiver. Like a gift from the past is the kindly dream, For the sorrow and passion and pain Are adrift like the leaves on the breast of the stream, And the child-life comes again.. very good poem.
This is a truly beautiful poem that flows lyrically and shows excellent craftsmanship...
as this poem begins using the phrase woodland bower, i think at first old fashioned. but right after with his description of the scene he returns to in memory, i definitely relate. i see no real confusion in O'Reilly in what is truly dream or memory and what is current reality. he speaks eloquently, however, to the importance of remembering for our perspective and sanity. -gk
That the life I live is a dream...
Beautiful thoughts woven into the rhyme and rhythm of this poem - fantastic
excellently written - O, the sweet sweet pain of a joy that died— Of a pain that is joy forever! O, the life that died in the stormy tide That was once my sun-flecked river. greatly penned whole with imagery
Great imagery mixed with a touch of sadness! Great poem!
excellent descriptive writings
Bewitched with imagery, so lovely. Thanks for sharing this
Beautiful imagery with a sense of unhurried time spent with Nature dreaming and watching small happenings past by in slow motion.
Gorgeous imagery! I'd paste my favorite lines here but then I'd be posting about 3/4 of the poem!
And I lie on the brink there, dreaming That the life I live is a dream; That the real is but the seeming, And the true is the sun-flecked stream.... is just beautiful. A beautiful poem with sweet flow and rhyming. Feeling good while reading. Congrats.
Memories! ! Of a pain that is joy forever! Thanks for sharing.
Memories! ! Oder a pain that is joy forever! Thanks for sharing.
Gorgeous poem with stunning expression..Thanks and congratulation to his soul.
In the grass by the brink of a river, Where the voices blend and the lilies end And the elm-tree shadows quiver. Nice lines.....
That the life I live is a dream That the real is but the seeming, For the sorrow and passion and pain Are adrift like the leaves on the breast of the stream.... XXX.... Nostalgic images from the past. Thanks.