How times change, old friend, And how little anything changes! We used to collect butterflies And insects in Kipp's woods -- Do you remember? Now this wonderful collection From the Amazon Comes quite naturally For you to weigh and to classify. Quiet and unnoticed The flower of your whole life Has opened its perfect petals -- And none to witness, save one Old worshipper! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE RIVER CHARLES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO JOSIAH ROYCE by BRENT DOW ALLINSON LINES TO HANNAH AND PHOEBE by BERNARD BARTON ADDRESS TO BEELZEBUB by ROBERT BURNS PROLOGUE FOR MRS. SUTHERLAND'S BENEFIT NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS |