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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PRINCE, by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM First Line: My heart it was a cup of gold Last Line: And it is withered now. | |||
My heart it was a cup of gold That at his lip did long to lie, But he hath drunk the red wine down, And tossed the goblet by. My heart it was a floating bird That through the world did wander free, But he hath locked it in a cage, And lost the silver key. My heart it was a white, white rose That bloomed upon a broken bough, He did but wear it for an hour, And it is withered now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON LITTLE BILLEE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 49. AL-MAJID by EDWIN ARNOLD SORROWS AND CONSOLATIONS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON MY DEAR GRANDCHILD SIMON WHO DIED ... ONE MONTH AND ONE DAY OLD by ANNE BRADSTREET |
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