MYRTALE, when I am gone (Who was once Anacreon), Lay these annals of my heart In some secret shrine apart; Into it put all my sighs, All my lover's litanies, All my vows and protestations, All my jealous accusations, All my hopes and all my fears, All the tribute of my tears, -- Let it all be there inurned, All my passion as it burned; Label it, when I am gone, 'Ashes of Anacreon.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK OPPORTUNITY by JOHN JAMES INGALLS THE STRANGER'S ALMS by HENRY ABBEY AEOLIAN HARP (2) by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM I AM FREEZING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS ZINNIAS by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 1. TRUE AND CHASTE LOVE by WILLIAM BASSE |