Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Thomas Bailey Aldrich Poems
|81.||The Sisters' Tragedy||1/3/2003|
|82.||The Undiscovered Country||1/3/2003|
|86.||To L.T. In Florence||1/3/2003|
|88.||When The Sultan Goes To Ispahan||4/8/2010|
|89.||With Three Flowers||1/3/2003|
The smooth-worn coin and threadbare classic phrase
Of Grecian myths that did beguile my youth,
Beguile me not as in the olden days:
I think more grief and beauty dwell with truth.
Andromeda, in fetters by the sea,
Star-pale with anguish till young Perseus came,
Less moves me with her suffering than she,
The slim girl figure fettered to dark shame,
That nightly haunts the park, there, like a shade,
Trailing her wretchedness from street to street.
See where she passes -- neither wife nor maid;
How all mere fiction crumbles at her feet!
Here is ...
To spring belongs the violet, and the blown
Spice of the roses let the summer own.
Grant me this favor, Muse--all else withhold--
That I may not write verse when I am old.
And yet I pray you, Muse, delay the time!
Be not too ready to deny me rhyme;
And when the hour strikes, as it must, dear Muse,
I beg you very gently break the news.