OTHERS will come across the plain Near you beside the gate to sit, And you will smile at all your train Of lovers, young and exquisite. They will follow, follow, fleet Your spring-time and its radiant glow -- Why so very swift their feet? I was twenty once . . . I know. All your smiles are now their own, All your magic youth and strong . . . What matter they? For I alone Poured your sweetness into song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MANY SOLDIERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VISIONS: 5 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG by ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM OUR LADY'S LULLABY by RICHARD ROWLANDS THE MOTHER-FAITH by EVERARD JACK APPLETON THE SNOB by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |