I SAW -- 't was in a dream, the other night -- A man whose hair with age was thin and white; One hundred years had bettered by his birth, And still his step was firm, his eye was bright. Before him and about him pressed a crowd. Each head in reverence was bared and bowed, And Jews and Gentiles in a hundred tongues Extolled his deeds and spake his fame aloud. I joined the throng and, pushing forward, cried, "Montefiore!" with the rest, and vied In efforts to caress the hand that ne'er To want and worth had charity denied. So closely round him swarmed our shouting clan He scarce could breathe, and, taking from a pan A gleaming coin, he tossed it o'er our heads, And in a moment was a lonely man! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNDERGRADUATE KILLED IN BATTLE; OXFORD, 1915 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON THE LAST MAN: ROSILY DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LATE SNOW IN THE SMOKIES by ELIZABETH JONES BROWNING SYLVANDER TO CLARINDA by ROBERT BURNS ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG 3 by THOMAS CAMPION EPITAPH ON TOMBSTONE ERECTED OVER MARQUIS OF ANGLESEA'S LEG by GEORGE CANNING |