KING, that hast reign'd six hundred years, and grown In power, and ever growest, since thine own Fair Florence honoring thy nativity, Thy Florence now the crown of Italy, Hath sought the tribute of a verse from me, I, wearing but the garland of a day, Cast at thy feet one flower that fades away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FONTAINEBLEAU (AUTUMN) by SARA TEASDALE IN THE SUBWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER COLORADO MORTON'S RIDE by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) LONDON, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE EDITHA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS IN THE ST. GOTTHARDT PASS by MATHILDE BLIND |