Once, and once only, have I seen thy face, Elia! once only has thy tripping tongue Run o'er my breast, yet never has been left Impression on it stronger or more sweet. Cordial old man! what youth was in thy years, What wisdom in thy levity, what truth In every utterance of that purest soul! Few are the spirits of the glorified I'd spring to earlier at the gate of heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARBER'S by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO AN ABSENT FRIEND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TOIL by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV THE LASS O' BALLOCHMYLE by ROBERT BURNS TO ELIZA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 39 by THOMAS CAMPION |