KING, that hast reign'd six hundred years, and grown In power, and ever growest, since thine own Fair Florence honoring thy nativity, Thy Florence now the crown of Italy, Hath sought the tribute of a verse from me, I, wearing but the garland of a day, Cast at thy feet one flower that fades away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEARS OF THE POPLARS by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE ARTILLERYMAN'S VISION by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 62. AL-MUMIT by EDWIN ARNOLD EAST AND WEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD WHY DID YOU DEPART AT DUSK? by CLARISSA M. BAILEY THE WITCHES' FROLIC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |