Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OTHER DAYS, by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) Poet's Biography First Line: O thrush, your song is passing sweet Last Line: And with the growing years grows strong. Subject(s): Love - Nature Of | ||||||||
O THRUSH, your song is passing sweet, But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear love and I were young. O Roses, you are sweet and red, Yet not so red nor sweet as were The roses that my mistress loved To bind within her flowing hair. Time filches fragrance from the flower; Time steals the sweetness from the song; Love only scorns the tyrant's power, And with the growing years grows strong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESCUE THE DEAD by DAVID IGNATOW BUTTERFLIES UNDER PERSIMMON by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 27 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 30 by JAMES JOYCE HE WHO KNOWS LOVE by ELSA BARKER LOVE'S HUMBLENESS by ELSA BARKER SONG (IN THE LUCKY CHANCE) by APHRA BEHN A CAROL by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) |
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