NEVER again The world all gold, Repured and cold, And carved like a great brazen incense cup! To gods of old This rare barbaric perfume riseth up Never again. Never again Yon sorceries May burn the trees That on the green horizon dream to death. Rich tears like these Upon your lids: upon my lip such breath Never again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO THE NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS (MIDNIGHT, SEPT. 19-20, 1881) by WALT WHITMAN THE LOVER SHOWETH HOW HE IS FORSAKEN by THOMAS WYATT |