A little while, a little while,—and then, Ye roses and ye lilies all, farewell! Farewell, each valley and soft fern-deep dell: I shall not meet your tender gaze again. I pass for ever from the sight of men To lands wherein the souls of poets dwell: Things wait me sweeter than my harp may tell To coarse unspiritual earth-denizen. Farewell, ye English mountains, and the red Roses that round the fair land fragrance shed! Beyond the land of roses now I go. Farewell, ye seas that on the old shores break! Keats' eyes may dawn upon me when I wake, And Shelley's risen soul my soul may know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA-PARTY [DECEMBER 16, 1773] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES DANNY DEEVER by RUDYARD KIPLING BEAUTIFUL MEALS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE IMPRESSIONS: LA FUITE DE LA LUNE by OSCAR WILDE THE FEILIRE OF ADAMNAN by ADAMNAN |