Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO AN OLD, OLD BOOK, by CHARLES LOUIS HENRY WAGNER First Line: To what strange chance, thou sere and yellow books Last Line: Thy wisdom taught cannot for aye grow old. Subject(s): Books; Old Age; Wisdom; Reading | ||||||||
To what strange chance, thou sere and yellow book, Am I indebted for thy presence here? Who brought thee forth from thy obscurity And bade the ribald present pause and look Upon the confined wisdom of a year Long since engulfed in the Eternity? Thou'rt but a link in the forged chain of Time Which fetters cycles and an eon's years, Methink'st thy hoop hath welded been of gold, And binds thy past to present days of mine, Nor weights my soul with joyless, doleful fears, Thy wisdom taught cannot for aye grow old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID LEHMAN THE ILLUSTRATION?ÇÖA FOOTNOTE by DENISE LEVERTOV FALLING ASLEEP OVER THE AENEID by ROBERT LOWELL POETRY MACHINES by CATE MARVIN LENDING LIBRARY by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY A DROP OF INK by CHARLES LOUIS HENRY WAGNER |
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