SALUTE for me the fellowe-ship Nowe met together joyouslie, And saye howe gladlye I would be Beside them where the flagons dip; But old Age hath me in his grip, And dried the sap of youth in me: Salute for me the fellowe-ship Nowe met together joyouslie. Tyme was I loved a wench's lip, And all my veins did dance with glee That nowe be taut with miserie, Soe tightly held in ague's grip: Salute for me the fellowe-ship. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BALCONY by PAUL VERLAINE MOTHER AND POET; TURIN, AFTER THE NEWS FROM GAETA, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) SONNET: TO SLEEP by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE ABSTINENT LOVER by ABUL BAHR SHE PASSED THIS WAY by ANNA M. ACKERMANN MY LOYAL LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |