Author Witter Bynner I met you often when you were visiting princes And when you were playing in noblemen's halls. ... Spring passes. . . . Far down the river now, I find you alone under falling petals. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments