LONG ago a white-haired gentleman You made the present of a black gauze hat. The gauze hat still sits on my head; But you already are gone to the Nether Springs. The thing is old, but still fit to wear; The man is gone and will never be seen again. Out on the hill the moon is shining to-night And the trees on your tomb are swayed by the autumn wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST MAN: A CROCODILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SALLY IN OUR ALLEY by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) THE VAICES THAT BE GONE by WILLIAM BARNES THE SAME FOREVER by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 9 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH LOVE SONGS: 8 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE VAGABOND GROWN OLD by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR EPIGRAM ON THE BRAZIERS' COMPANY HAVING RESOLVED by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |