OTHERS will come across the plain Near you beside the gate to sit, And you will smile at all your train Of lovers, young and exquisite. They will follow, follow, fleet Your spring-time and its radiant glow -- Why so very swift their feet? I was twenty once . . . I know. All your smiles are now their own, All your magic youth and strong . . . What matter they? For I alone Poured your sweetness into song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE BLACK RIDERS: 38 by STEPHEN CRANE THE ECSTASY [EXTASIE] by JOHN DONNE AN EPIGRAM ON WOMAN by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 31. IN TE DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO HESTER ON THE STAIR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |