HE was sixty, and gross, and good-tempered: He stood up in the 'bus Bidding farewell with a general smile, And a wave and a word to us, 'Good-night to all you ladies!' And hark, a song Marvellously welling From the first throng Of poets praising ladies English and dear, Broke over us there: Hark, their voices sang, As we sat, as we smiled, Hark, their music rang, Young and fresh and wild, Tossed on the London light; Lovelace, Sackville, and Carew, All were singing, and we too, 'Good-night to all you ladies, Good-night!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAITH AND DESPONDENCY by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM IMPRESSIONS: LA FUITE DE LA LUNE by OSCAR WILDE STEADFASTNESS; THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS WYATT FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 4. NATALIE ALT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AFTER CHURCH by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE TO MISS ANNA MARIA TRAVERS. AN EPISTLE FROM SCOTLAND by CHARLOTTE BRERETON |