IN Fifty-six, when GILBERT drew These brave conceptions, people knew Little that we to-day repeat (Quoting the prophet in the street) Of Value, Tone, and Point of View! Their tastes were plain; their wants were few; They liked red suns and skies of blue... They were so frankly incomplete In Fifty-six! And yet they prized their GILBERT too -- His Knights and Dames, his ruffling crew, Where banners fly, and drums are beat, And cloth-of-gold and drugget meet... I was a lad then! Where were you In Fifty-six? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WASHINGTON MCNEELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL SANCTUARY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY IN AN AEROPLANE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE I THINK I KNOW NO FINER THINGS THAN DOGS by HALLY CARRINGTON BRENT THE GLORY OF GRAY by CHRISTINE F. BRONSON ADDRESS TO THE SHADE OF THOMSON THE POET by ROBERT BURNS ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SYLVANUS SPEAKS by THOMAS CAMPION |