BEAUTY to boast, methinks 'tis rather late, Queen Margaret: in the flowerless fields the snow Will soon descend, and icy winds will blow.-- Pilgrim, with smiles I Winter's change await. Beauty to boast, methinks 'tis rather late, Star of the evening, when each faded ray Is now restored to the great orb of day.-- Pilgrim, with smiles I the Night's change await. Beauty to boast, methinks 'tis rather late, My soul--what! joyous 'neath my load of woes? Dazzled, I see your wings with pride unclose.-- Pilgrim, with smiles I Death's approach can wait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LORD WALTER'S WIFE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 32 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST SONGS OF TRAVEL: 2. YOUTH AND LOVE: 1 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE JUNGLE WALLAH by BERTON BRALEY |