And some, <br />the pleasant few - <br />the rare oul few, <br />will speak of all those times <br />we roared and sought to print upon <br />those times our points of view. <br /> <br />And bring to those remembered times <br />beauty unforeseen <br />a screen, shimmering black and white, <br />a time when nights held - <br />more in them. <br /> <br />When, girded in delight, <br />those arching nights, <br />held all - or nothing. <br /> <br />And some, already spent <br />saw, as we went, <br />dawns of silence. <br /> <br />But I <br />see <br />in these days <br />these pleasant days a <br />sense <br />of coming on, <br /> <br />a coming on... <br />a coming on.<br /><br />James Mills<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-coming-on/
