OF old, or knight or king, Each feared that Time would bring Unto the block his head. Rest peacefully, ye dead: Yours was a gentle crime. Now to the block by Time (Praise the collector's art!) Is brought one's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A SOLITARY DISCIPLE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS FIVE KERNELS OF CORN [APRIL, 1622] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH BIRTHDAY OF DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ON THE SLAIN COLLEGIANS by HERMAN MELVILLE THE WASTE PLACES by JAMES STEPHENS GYPSY-HEART by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE MAPLE TREE OVER THE WAY by LEVI BISHOP WITH ILLUSTRATION TO GRAY'S POEMS by WILLIAM BLAKE THE UNKNOWN WOMAN by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |