ONE sung of thee who left the tale untold, Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting; Like empty cups of wrought and daedal gold, Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SESTINA: 1. OF THE LADY PIETRA DEGLI SCROVIGNI by DANTE ALIGHIERI TO LUCASTA ON GOING TO THE WARS FOR THE FOURTH TIME by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE NATIONAL PAINTINGS: COL. TRUMBULL'S 'THE DECLARATION...' by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING PSALM 113 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AFFINITES: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND |