WHEN have I last looked on The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies Of the dark leopards of the moon? All the wild witches, those most noble ladies, For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone. The holy centaurs of the hills are vanished; I have nothing but the embittered sun; Banished heroic mother moon and vanished, And now that I have come to fifty years I must endure the timid sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BORDER BALLAD [OR MARCH, OR SONG], FR. THE MONASTERY by WALTER SCOTT AUTUMN LEAVES by PEARL B. BLOSS TWO SKETCHES: 1. H.B. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ASOLANDO: FLUTE-MUSIC, WITH AN ACCOMPANIMENT by ROBERT BROWNING |