The wisest of the wise Listen to pretty ires, And love to hear them told; Doubt not that Solomon Listened to many a one,-- Some in his youth, and more when he grew old. I never sat among The choir of Wisdom's song, But pretty lies loved I As much as any king,-- When youth was on the wing, And (must it then be told?) when youth had quite gone by. Alas! and I have not The pleasant hour forgot, When one pert lady said,-- "O Landor! I am quite Bewildered with affright; I see (sit quiet now!) a white hair on your head!" Another, more benign, Drew out that hair of mine, And in her own dark hair Pretended she had found That one, and twirled it round.-- Fair as she was, she never was so fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 18 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN HEART'S-EASE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO YOUTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SONNET: 86 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SERAPHIM by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CHRIST THE CONQUEROR by HENRY FOSTER BURDER |