Ave, Imperator, senectus te salutat. TIME, in whose kingship is Song, What shall I bring to thee now, Weary of heart and of brow -- Now, that the shadows are long? Not with the young and the strong Numbered am I. And I bow, TIME! Yet -- let me stand in the throng; Yet -- let me hail and allow Youth, that no Combat can cow, Strength, that is stronger than Wrong, TIME! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT THE SONNET IS by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON MODERN LOVE: 43 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; AN ODE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH SAPPHIC by ISAAC WATTS THE SEAMSTRESS by HENRI BARBUSSE WHITE SPIRITUAL by WILLIAM BERRY WITH YOU by THOMAS H. BRIGGS JR. |