Hark! the clock strikes and finishes the cycle. Farewell, old buildings set about the garden Where the last sunset glimmer of the eighteenth Century lingers. Farewell. I mourn not. Similar the issue Be to all here who tarry on probation, Be to all, I say, such a hand to take as — u u — —'s. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITY VIGNETTE: DUSK by SARA TEASDALE BALLAD OF THE LORDS OF OLD TIME by FRANCOIS VILLON DON JUAN IN HELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE CYCLAMENS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY IN ROMNEY MARSH by JOHN DAVIDSON NATHAN HALE [SEPTEMBER 22, 1776] by FRANCIS MILES FINCH MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 6 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |