FROM this far realm of pines I waft thee now A brother's greeting, Poet, tried and true; So thick the laurels on thy reverend brow, We scarce can see the white locks glimmering through! O pure of thought! Earnest in heart as pen, The tests of time have left thee undefiled; And o'er the snows of threescore years and ten Shines the unsullied aureole of a child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ALPINE DESCENT by SAMUEL ROGERS PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER by WALLACE STEVENS COMRADES by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 89, 90. MU'HTI, MANI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD FATI VALET HORA BENIGNI by SAMUEL BISHOP NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO MARY SINTON LEITCH, POET AND FRIEND by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |