Ave, Imperator, senectus te salutat. TIME, in whose kingship is Song, What shall I bring to thee now, Weary of heart and of brow -- Now, that the shadows are long? Not with the young and the strong Numbered am I. And I bow, TIME! Yet -- let me stand in the throng; Yet -- let me hail and allow Youth, that no Combat can cow, Strength, that is stronger than Wrong, TIME! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOCTOR FELL by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS TO RUSSIA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER JUDGE NOT by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER HEART AND MIND by EDITH SITWELL MAY MORNING by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER THE FIRST-FOOT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON ST. HELENA by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE FLYING WORDS by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE CEREMONY OF THE PRINTER'S APPRENTICE; A GERMAN MORALITY PLAY by WILLAM BLADES |