The poet lies by his silver sea And loved of many moons is he. The years go by, and Time assures Continuance of his quaint amours; For worlds may break and new ones be As the poet lies by his ancient sea, And many a star fall out of the sky And many a wise man learn to die. Whilst he, the moon's bright golden boy Rests well contented with moon-joy. Loved of the moon and in her thrall, The boy has naught, and so has all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAR ELIZABETH: (FOR ELIZABETH DIFIORE) by KAREN SWENSON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 21 by OMAR KHAYYAM I HEARD YOUR SOLEMN-SWEET PIPES by WALT WHITMAN MY NATIVE LAND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE; A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |