SING me, thou Singer, a song of gold! Said a careworn man to me: So I sang of the golden summer days, And the sad, sweet autumn's yellow haze, Till his heart grew soft, and his mellowed gaze Was a kindly sight to see. Sing me, dear Singer, a song of love! A fair girl asked of me: Then I sang of a love that clasps the Race, Gives all, asks naught -- till her kindled face Was radiant with the starry grace Of blessed Charity. Sing me, O Singer, a song of life! Cried an eager youth to me: And I sang of the life without alloy, Beyond our years, till the heart of the boy Caught the golden beauty, and love, and joy Of the great Eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILLIAM P. FRYE [FEBRUARY 28, 1915] by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST THE FIRST PROCLAMATION OF MILES STANDISH [NOVEMBER 23, 1620] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON TO DEATH OF HIS LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON MOTHER'S WORLD by MARGARET H. ALDEN ADOLESCENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT THE VALLEY OF FERN: PART 2 by BERNARD BARTON THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE SEVENTH AND EIGHTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |