Pity, if true, What the pewterer said -- Hearts-of-gold be few. Howbeit, when snug in my bed, And the fire-light flickers and yellows, I dream of the hearts-of-gold sped -- The Falernian fellows -- Hafiz and Horace, And Beranger -- all Dexterous tumblers eluding the Fall, Fled? can be sped? But the marygold's morris Is danced o'er their head; And their memory mellows, Embalmed and becharmed, Hearts-of-gold and good fellows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LEEDLE YAWCOB STRAUSS by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS SONNET: TO SLEEP by JOHN KEATS STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1725 by JONATHAN SWIFT LINES WRITTEN IN A CITY COMPOSING-ROOM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE IRISH MOTHER'S LAMENT by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER |