Since in the terrace-bower we sate While Arno gleam'd below, And over sylvan Massa late Hung Cynthia's slender bow, Years after years have past away Less light and gladsome; why Do those we most implore to stay Run ever swiftest by! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WRITER'S JOURNAL: POSSESSION by BAYARD TAYLOR SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE WOLD WAGGON by WILLIAM BARNES SONNET: LOVE'S DEPTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |