SALUTE for me the fellowe-ship Nowe met together joyouslie, And saye howe gladlye I would be Beside them where the flagons dip; But old Age hath me in his grip, And dried the sap of youth in me: Salute for me the fellowe-ship Nowe met together joyouslie. Tyme was I loved a wench's lip, And all my veins did dance with glee That nowe be taut with miserie, Soe tightly held in ague's grip: Salute for me the fellowe-ship. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INEVITABLY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CRUISE OF THE MONITOR [MARCH 9, 1862] by GEORGE M. BAKER CHAUCERS WORDES UNTO ADAM, HIS OWN SCRIVEYN by GEOFFREY CHAUCER SAPPHO AND PHAON: 2. THE TEMPLE OF CHASTITY by MARY DARBY ROBINSON CARLYLE AND EMERSON by MONTGOMERY SCHUYLER A HIGH-TONED OLD CHRISTIAN WOMAN by WALLACE STEVENS LYRICS AND EPICS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |