"THOU look'st upon me, and dost fondly think, Poet! that, stricken as both are by years, We, differing once so much, are now Compeers, Prepared, when each has stood his time, to sink Into the dust. Erewhile a sterner link United us; when thou, in boyish play, Entering my dungeon, didst become a prey To soul-appalling darkness. Not a blink Of light was there; -- and thus did I, thy Tutor, Make thy young thoughts acquainted with the grave; While thou wert chasing the winged butterfly Through my green courts; or climbing, a bold suitor, Up to the flowers whose golden progeny Still round my shattered brow in beauty wave." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOY BALLOONS by EDNA BECKER TIME'S PENDULUM by GRACE O. BOLSTAD BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE SECOND SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) EARLY EVENING IN APRIL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON GERTRUDE OF WYOMING; OR, THE PENNSYLVANIAN COTTAGE: 1 by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE MAN WITHOUT THE HOE by J. GORDON COOGLER POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 17. DANVERS AND RAYNER by GEORGE CRABBE |