What, without asking, hither hurried Whence? And, without asking, Whither hurried hence! Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine Must drown the memory of that insolence! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTLEY: MUSIC by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 3. ISAAC BROWN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM YOUTH'S SONGS by MAXWELL ANDERSON THE BURIED FLOWER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A VERSE ON HIGHLAND HOSPITALITY by ROBERT BURNS THE ORDINATION by ROBERT BURNS |