FAIR things are slow to fade away, Bear witness you, that yesterday From out the Ghost of Pindar in you Roll'd an Olympian; and they say That here the torpid mummy wheat Of Egypt bore a grain as sweet As that which gilds the glebe of England, Sunn'd with a summer of milder heat. So may this legend for awhile, If greeted by your classic smile, Tho' dead in its Trinacrian Enna, Blossom again on a colder isle. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON SALOME by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE TO A SPIRIT (1) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HOLLYWOOD NOCTURNE by JANE BOWER |