I sat with chill December Beside the evening fire. "And what do you remember," I ventured to inquire, "Of seasons long forsaken?" He answered in amaze, "My age you have mistaken; I've lived but thirty days." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE A DEAD HARVEST (IN KENSINGTON GARDENS) by ALICE MEYNELL THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 27 by OMAR KHAYYAM MISAPPELLATION by STEPHANIE L. BINCKLI |