UNKIND was he, the first who sang The spring -time shamed , the flower's decay! What woman yet without a pang Could hear of Beauty's fleeting May? O Beauty! with me bide, and I A maid will live, aa maid will die. Could I be always fair as now, And hear, as now, the Poets sing The long-lashed eyes, the lustrous brow, The hand well worthy kiss and ring, ' Then, then some casual grace were all That e'er from me on man should fall! I sailed last night on Ina's stream: Warm ' mid the wave my fingers lay; The cold- lipped Naiad in my dream Kissed them, and sighed, and slipped away Ah me! down life's descending tide Best things, they say, the swiftliest glide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICTORY BELLS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING THE AKOND [OR, AKHOND] OF SWAT by EDWARD LEAR YOUR LAD, AND MY LAD by RANDALL PARRISH THE METEMPSYCHOSIS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ARETEMIAS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON IN MEMORIAM by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |