Sir, who some eight and forty years ago Read with your class the Aeschylean tale Of Agamemnon murdered and and the flail Of fate that laid the house of Atreus low: Learning by good chance that you liked to know How we, or those of us still within hail, Fare as we walk through life's tempestuous vale, I pen these words to pay a debt I owe. For now, not for the first time, I have spent Three peaceful fireside hours on that same play, In rapture rising to abandonment; And as through that stern text I made my way, I though how thankful should be his content Who once heard you expound it day by day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MEMORY OF BEN JONSON by JOHN CLEVELAND SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT [1583] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A QUOI BON DIRE by CHARLOTTE MEW |