BRIEF is Erinna's song, her lowly lay, Yet there the Muses sing; Therefore her memory doth not pass away, Hid by Night's shadowy wing! But we, -- new countless poets, -- heaped and hurled All in oblivion lie; Better the swan's chant than a windy world Of rooks in the April sky! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STAR-TALK by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE CUMBERLAND [MARCH 8, 1862] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DAY-DREAM: THE SLEEPING PALACE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SECOND COMING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNET: TO L.T. IN FLORENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON A TOBACCO JAR by BERNARD BARKER |