FAIR things are slow to fade away, Bear witness you, that yesterday From out the Ghost of Pindar in you Roll'd an Olympian; and they say That here the torpid mummy wheat Of Egypt bore a grain as sweet As that which gilds the glebe of England, Sunn'd with a summer of milder heat. So may this legend for awhile, If greeted by your classic smile, Tho' dead in its Trinacrian Enna, Blossom again on a colder isle. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 41 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING STANZAS TO A LADY, WITH THE POEMS OF CAMOENS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE CAPTAIN; A LEGEND OF THE NAVY by ALFRED TENNYSON LAUS DEO! by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER HAWTHORNE by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT |