WITH leaden foot time creeps along, While Delia is away: With her, nor plaintive was the song, Nor tedious was the day. Ah! envious power, reverse my doom; Now double thy career; Strain every nerve, stretch every plume, And rest them when she's here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMEN AND ROSES by ROBERT BROWNING THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY by GEORGE DARLEY CHRISTMAS CAROL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR] by ROBERT GREENE ANDROMEDA by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS AND HOW HE GAINED THEM by ROBERT SOUTHEY |