IN Fifty-six, when GILBERT drew These brave conceptions, people knew Little that we to-day repeat (Quoting the prophet in the street) Of Value, Tone, and Point of View! Their tastes were plain; their wants were few; They liked red suns and skies of blue... They were so frankly incomplete In Fifty-six! And yet they prized their GILBERT too -- His Knights and Dames, his ruffling crew, Where banners fly, and drums are beat, And cloth-of-gold and drugget meet... I was a lad then! Where were you In Fifty-six? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG: SO OFTEN, SO LONG I HAVE THOUGHT by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS by EDWIN MARKHAM CELSUS AT HADRIAN'S VILLA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE COMING OF WAR: ACTAEON by EZRA POUND MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON |