The wisest of the wise Listen to pretty ires, And love to hear them told; Doubt not that Solomon Listened to many a one,-- Some in his youth, and more when he grew old. I never sat among The choir of Wisdom's song, But pretty lies loved I As much as any king,-- When youth was on the wing, And (must it then be told?) when youth had quite gone by. Alas! and I have not The pleasant hour forgot, When one pert lady said,-- "O Landor! I am quite Bewildered with affright; I see (sit quiet now!) a white hair on your head!" Another, more benign, Drew out that hair of mine, And in her own dark hair Pretended she had found That one, and twirled it round.-- Fair as she was, she never was so fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF THEL by WILLIAM BLAKE CHICAGO [OCTOBER 8-10, 1871] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MY ANGUISH by INNOKENTI FYODOROVICH ANNENSKY WHITE MOMENTS by KATHARINE LEE BATES MAGIC TOURS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN CASTLE GORDON (1) by ROBERT BURNS PASSING THROUGH THE CARRON IRON WORKS by ROBERT BURNS A SILVER WEDDING: B.F.B.-E.G.B., 1855-1880 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |