And those who husbanded the Golden grain, And those who flung it to the winds like Rain, Alike to no such aureate Earth are turned As, buried once, Men want dug up again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SIR PALMES FAIRBORNE'S TOMB, IN WESTERMINSTER ABBEY by JOHN DRYDEN ON THE DEATH OF MR. PURCELL by JOHN DRYDEN BERNARDO DEL CARPIO by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE by ROBERT MORRIS |