From worshipping I now arise Stunned and aghast, with open eyes I see the real, the little you I thought so gallant, brave and true. A pity yet is mine, I fear, Since wherefore comes this falling tear, For none among your fawning throng Will love you well, nor love you long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON THE COUNTRY CLERGYMAN'S TRIP TO CAMBRIDGE; ELECTION BALLAD by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY OZYMANDIAS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR THE SHIPMAN'S TALE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO -- OCCASIONED BY HIS POEM ON THE SUN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD BRUCE CONSULTS HIS MEN by JOHN BARBOUR LINES ADAPTED TO A FAVOURITE MILITARY AIR by JAMES HAY BEATTIE |