How full of phantoms are the days That shorten as they go! Along the once frequented ways, Alas, are none I know! Lone relic of reality, I too a phantom would be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL UPON THE SAYING THAT MY VERSES WERE MADE BY ANOTHER by ANNE KILLIGREW SONNET: 17. TO SIR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER by JOHN MILTON THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS ELEGIAC SONNET: 44. WRITTEN IN THE CHURCH YARD AT MIDDLETON IN SUSSEX by CHARLOTTE SMITH THE BIRDS: THE BUILDING OF CLOUDCUCKOOCITY by ARISTOPHANES |