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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SWEETER FAR THAN THE HARP, MORE GOLD THAN GOLD, by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY Poet's Biography First Line: Thine elder that I am, thou must not cling Alternate Author Name(s): Field, Michael (with Edith Emma Cooper) | |||
THINE elder that I am, thou must not cling To me, nor mournful for my love entreat : And yet, Alcaeus, as the sudden spring Is love, yea, and to veiled Demetia sweet. Sweeter than tone of harp, more gold than gold Is thy young voice to me ; yet, ah, the pain To learn I am beloved now I am old, Who, in my youth, loved, as thou must, in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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