A little while, a little while,—and then, Ye roses and ye lilies all, farewell! Farewell, each valley and soft fern-deep dell: I shall not meet your tender gaze again. I pass for ever from the sight of men To lands wherein the souls of poets dwell: Things wait me sweeter than my harp may tell To coarse unspiritual earth-denizen. Farewell, ye English mountains, and the red Roses that round the fair land fragrance shed! Beyond the land of roses now I go. Farewell, ye seas that on the old shores break! Keats' eyes may dawn upon me when I wake, And Shelley's risen soul my soul may know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THRESHER OF WHEAT TO THE WYNDES by JOACHIM DU BELLAY IN THE ST. GOTTHARDT PASS by MATHILDE BLIND LINES; TO ONE WHO WISHED TO READ A POEM I HAD WRITTEN by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA INSUFFICIENCY (2) by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A CHAIN TO WEAR by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE LAST OF THE NEW YEAR'S CALLERS by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER DREAM-LAND by WILLIAM C. CAMERON ODE ON READING RICHARDSON'S HISTORY OF SIR CHARLES GRANDISON by WILLIAM COWPER |