They say that dead men tell no tales! Except of barges with red sails And sailors mad for nightingales; Except of jongleurs stretched at ease Beside old highways through the trees; Except of dying moons that break The hearts of lads who lie awake; Except of fortresses in shade And heroes crumbled and betrayed. But dead men tell no tales, they say! Except old tales that burn away The stiffling tapestries of day; Old tales of life, of love and hate, Of time and space, and will and fate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROCLAMATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ELEGIAC STANZAS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE DANUBE RIVER by C. HAMILTON AIDE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 1. LORD CRASHTON by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): AMOR OMNIPOTENS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |