SALUTE for me the fellowe-ship Nowe met together joyouslie, And saye howe gladlye I would be Beside them where the flagons dip; But old Age hath me in his grip, And dried the sap of youth in me: Salute for me the fellowe-ship Nowe met together joyouslie. Tyme was I loved a wench's lip, And all my veins did dance with glee That nowe be taut with miserie, Soe tightly held in ague's grip: Salute for me the fellowe-ship. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ETERNITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE SECRET by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE |