Poor, when a boy, but opulent, when old, Twice have I suffer'd misery untold: Wealth, when I could have used it, I had none— I have it now, when life is nearly done! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FIRST BY A SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNET TO GEORGE SAND: 2. A DESIRE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING GOOD NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ST. ISAAC'S CHURCH, PETROGRAD by CLAUDE MCKAY LOVE'S RESURRECTION DAY by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 14 by PHILIP SIDNEY |