IF you shall meet them, as you doubtless may, Wandering some street within their heavenly Rome, So much like this, but lacking Peter's dome And all the smaller churches, and they say: 'Who now among the English wears the bay? Within whose mind now keeps our Muse her home? Or has the world so triumphed she may come Into no thoughts reserved her for long stay?' Then (our best embassy) tell them: 'There is No age, but yours and Shakespeare's, such as this, Where half a hundred are with laurel crowned. Take, of the older, these first on my tongue, Yeats, Hardy, Bridges; of the mighty young, De la Mare, Abercrombie, most renowned.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HOSPITAL: 21. ROMANCE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE LETTER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS MARION STREET by ALPHEUS BUTLER THE VOICE by ESTHER TROWBRIDGE CATLIN THE LAST CUP OF CANARY; SIR HARRY LOVELOCK, 1645 by HELEN GRAY CONE |