The poet lies by his silver sea And loved of many moons is he. The years go by, and Time assures Continuance of his quaint amours; For worlds may break and new ones be As the poet lies by his ancient sea, And many a star fall out of the sky And many a wise man learn to die. Whilst he, the moon's bright golden boy Rests well contented with moon-joy. Loved of the moon and in her thrall, The boy has naught, and so has all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGS O' BARLEY by ROBERT BURNS THE JOYS OF THE ROAD by BLISS CARMAN SANTORIN (A LEGEND OF THE AEGEAN) by JAMES ELROY FLECKER A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK HOW VIOLETS CAME BLUE by ROBERT HERRICK THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI |