My prayer an old prayer borroweth Of ancient love and memory- 'Do thou farewell, till eld and death, That come to all men, come to thee'. Gently as winter's early breath, Scarce felt, what time the swallows flee To lands whereof no man knoweth Of summer, over land and sea; So with thy soul may summer be, Even as the ancient singer saith, 'Do thou farewell, till eld and death, That come to all men, come to thee'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POWER OF MUSIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 14. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND - FROM THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE PORTRAIT SONNETS: 2 by HENRY BELLAMANN EVENING by SYLVIA HORTENSE BLISS NEW ENGLAND'S GROWTH by WILLIAM BRADFORD THE FOREIGNERS: 2 by CARLOS BULOSAN |