SING me, thou Singer, a song of gold! Said a careworn man to me: So I sang of the golden summer days, And the sad, sweet autumn's yellow haze, Till his heart grew soft, and his mellowed gaze Was a kindly sight to see. Sing me, dear Singer, a song of love! A fair girl asked of me: Then I sang of a love that clasps the Race, Gives all, asks naught -- till her kindled face Was radiant with the starry grace Of blessed Charity. Sing me, O Singer, a song of life! Cried an eager youth to me: And I sang of the life without alloy, Beyond our years, till the heart of the boy Caught the golden beauty, and love, and joy Of the great Eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAISY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY TITUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO MY BOOKSELLER by BEN JONSON THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |