Stranger, where I at peace do lie Make less ado to press and pry! Am I a Scoff to be who did Life like a stallion once bestride? Is all my history but what A fool hath -- soon as read -- forgot? Put back my weeds, and silent be. Leave me to my own company! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EVENING WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN [AUGUST 20, 1898] by GUY WETMORE CARRYL TO HIS MISTRESS OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING by ROBERT HERRICK SALLY SIMKIN'S LAMENT by THOMAS HOOD |