I cannot die, who drank delight From the cup of the crescent moon, And hungrily as men eat bread, Loved the scented nights of June. The rest may die -- but is there not Some shining strange escape for me Who sought in Beauty the bright wine Of immortality? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET'S TESTAMENT by GEORGE SANTAYANA HOW WE BURNED THE 'PHILADELPHIA' by BARRETT EASTMAN RUPERT BROOKE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE ARMADA; A FRAGMENT by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SETH COMPTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SEARCH FOR LEAVEN by ALTER ABELSON |