IN mid whirl of the dance of Time ye start, Start at the cold touch of Eternity, And cast your cloaks about you, and depart: The minstrels pause not in their minstrelsy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LOCOMOTIVE IN WINTER by WALT WHITMAN COMRADES by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY THE FEILIRE OF ADAMNAN by ADAMNAN THE OLD YEAR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN AN ANCIENT LAND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE VAMPYRE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |