O CRUEL thou, while yet the best Is thine of Beauty's fair bequest, When that thy pride shall have a fall, Thy locks decrease to none at all; When pale hath grown thy rosy cheek, And dull become thy glance, and weak— Whene'er thou gazest in the glass, Then shalt thou, sighing, say: "Alas! Why, when my heart was young and gay Lacked I the wisdom of to-day? Or, now that faltering is my step, Why have I lost my pristine pep?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEETING AT NIGHT by ROBERT BROWNING THE POPLAR FIELD by WILLIAM COWPER TWO WITCHES: 1. THE WITCH OF COOS by ROBERT FROST BYRON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT: 21 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) THE OLD LOBSTERMAN by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE THE SHOEMAKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |