The Artist muses at his ease,
Contented that his work is done,
And smiling-smiling!-as he sees
His crowd collecting, one by one.
Alas! his travail's but begun!
None, none can keep the years in line,
And what to Ninety-Eight is fun
May raise the gorge of Ninety-Nine!
More verses by William Ernest Henley
- London Types:Life-Guardsman
- Prologue
- The Ways Are Green
- To Me At My Fifth-Floor Window
- We Flash Across The Level