THE burden of an ancient rhyme Is, 'By the forelock seize on Time. Time in some corner heard it said; Pricking his ears, away he fled; And, seeing me upon the road, A hearty curse on me bestowed. 'What if i do the same by thee? How wouldst thou like it?' thundered he, And, without answer thereupon, Seizing my forelock ... it was gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIDE AND SEEK by SARA TEASDALE SPARKLING AND BRIGHT by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN MILTON'S PRAYER [OF PATIENCE, OR, IN BLINDNESS] by ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL BRONZE TRUMPETS AND SEA WATER; ON TURNING LATIN VERSE INTO ENGLISH by ELINOR WYLIE THE WHEELING WORLD by JAMES ROBERT ALLEN THE GREAT BLACK CROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |