WHEN you shall see me lined by tool of Time, My lauded beauties carried off from me, My eyes no longer stars as in their prime, My name forgot of Maiden Fair and Free; When in your being heart concedes to mind, And judgment, though you scarce its process know, Recalls the excellencies I once enshrined, And you are irked that they have withered so: Remembering that with me lies not the blame, That Sportsman Time but rears his brood to kill, Knowing me in my soul the very same -- One who would die to spare you touch of ill! -- Will you not grant to old affection's claim The hand of friendship down Life's sunless hill? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PETIT THE POET by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 36. GOLD THE PICKLOCK by PHILIP AYRES LILIES: 15 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE FOUNTAIN OF PITY by HENRY BATAILLE EACH FLEETING DAY by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN HELEN'S FACE A BOOK by FRANK GELETT BURGESS A VERMONT 'DONATION' by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |