LEANING upon the time-worn parapet Of this old Roman bridge, that to the bay Of Forth hath seen thee, Esk, gliding away From age to age, and spans thee gliding yet,— Before me I behold thy sea-most town, Yclept in Saxon Chronicles Eske-mouthe, Its venerable roofs—its spire uncouth— And Pinkie's field of sorrowful renown. Scenes of my childhood, manhood, and decline— Scenes that my sorrows and my joys have known, Ye saw my birth, and be my dust your own, When, as these waters mingle with the sea, To look upon the light no more is mine, And time is swallowed in eternity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I WOULD LIVE IN YOUR LOVE by SARA TEASDALE BETRAYAL by HESTER H. CHOLMONDELEY WISHES TO HIS SUPPOSED MISTRESS by RICHARD CRASHAW THE IVY GREEN by CHARLES DICKENS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 31. AL-LATIF by EDWIN ARNOLD THE MIRROR by THEODORE AUBANEL THE REPLY OF Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS TO A ROMAN 'ROUND-ROBIN' by ALFRED AUSTIN |