You all your Youth observed the Golden Rule Till youre at last become the golden Fool I sport with Fortune Merry Blithe & Gay Like to the Lion Sporting with his Prey Take you the hide & horns which you may wear Mine is the flesh the bones may be your Share | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE WIND IN A FROLIC by WILLIAM HOWITT THE KISS TO THE FLAG by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD WAYCONNELL TOWER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM FUTILITY by CHARLOTTE BLAISING ON A LETTER: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND |