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SWEETER FAR THAN THE HARP, MORE GOLD THAN GOLD, by                     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.






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