قصيدة To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence
,I who am dead a thousand years ,And wrote this sweet archaic song Send you my words for messengers .The way I shall not pass along
,I who am dead a thousand years ,And wrote this sweet archaic song Send you my words for messengers .The way I shall not pass along
,But who art thou, with curious beauty graced‘ O woman, stamped with some bright heavenly seal ’?Why go thy feet on wings, and in such haste ,I am that maid whose secret few may steal‘