I AM worn out with dreams; A weather-worn, marble triton Among the streams; And all day long I look Upon this lady's beauty As though I had found in a book A pictured beauty, Pleased to have filled the eyes Or the discerning ears, Delighted to be but wise, For men improve with the years; And yet, and yet, Is this my dream, or the truth? O would that we had met When I had my burning youth! But I grow old among dreams, A weather-worn, marble triton Among the streams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE SAND CREEK BRIDGE by JAMES GALVIN THE SUPPLIANT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 8. DEPARTURE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |