ONE sung of thee who left the tale untold, Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting; Like empty cups of wrought and daedal gold, Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COCK-CROW by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SINCE THOU ART GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN FAREWELL TO CYNTHIA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE VILLAGE MUNITIONS CO., INC.; FORMERLY THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP |