Had I, when I was younger, Known You, and eased the Hunger— "That which is death to hide", Before my ebbing tide— My pen would now be stronger, For having known you longer. But as it is not so, There is nothing I know To do, but be content With life for having spent, When day is almost through, A modest hour with You. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL THE CHANT OF THE VULTURES by EDWIN MARKHAM THE CHARGE OF THE BREAD BRIGADE by EZRA POUND THE TOWER OF SKULLS by ISAAC ROSENBERG |