Now is the time when weakness comes, -- & strength goes The magic of sweet words -- I lose The harvest wind cuts keen: the tender sheen and shade And pink & purple light upon thy garland fade To my foot fails the power -- of manly stride in streets; Happy he who soonest to his orchard hut -- retreats. Saadi's whole power lies -- in sweet words Keep this all the rest may go to beast & birds | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM |