THE Oak said to the Eagle: How old art thou ? Clouds and the sunlight regal Are on thy brow. But the Eagle: Thine age, brother, Tell it again. We are old, both one and the other, Past dreams of men. And the Oak: Mine age hath thriven Athousand years, 'Gainst the winds and the rains of heaven, And lightning's spears. I have seen men born and buried, How long, how long ? The race of the red deer harried, That was so strong. But the Eagle laughed out scornful: Thou dost not know Thou graybeard, ragged and mournful, How youth doth go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST WAR-SLOOP by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR AFTER DEATH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI VAN ELSEN by FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT MYRMIDONES: THE WOUNDED EAGLE by AESCHYLUS THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: EURIPIDES by ARISTOPHANES A NAMELESS EPITAPH (1) by MATTHEW ARNOLD UPON MY FATHERS SUDDEN & DANGEROUS SICKNESS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |