I FAR, far away, O ye Halcyons of Memory, Seek some far calmer nest Than this abandoned breast! No news of your false spring To my heart's winter bring; Once having gone, in vain Ye come again. II Vultures, who build your bowers High in the Future's towers, Withered hopes on hopes are spread! Dying joys, choked by the dead, Will serve your beaks for prey Many a day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A SCREEN-MAKER by MARIANNE MOORE A SNOW-STORM; SCENE IN A VERMONT WINTER by CHARLES GAMAGE EASTMAN ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY SALLY SIMKIN'S LAMENT by THOMAS HOOD DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY [OR, DAFFYDOWNDILLY] by MOTHER GOOSE THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; AN ODE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH SAPPHIC by ISAAC WATTS |