The poem
I am worn out with dreams; A weather-worn, marble triton Among the streams; And all day long I look Upon this lady's beauty As though I had found in a book A pictured beauty, pleased to have filled the eyes Or the discerning ears, Delighted to be but wise, For men improve with the years; And yet, and yet, Is this my dream, or the truth? O would that we had met When I had my burning youth! But I grow old among dreams, A weather-worn, marble triton Among the streams.
I believe this poem is very interesting it says that he wish he had met his women, whcih he believed could have been a super model, in his younger years. I suggest that women as well as men chould read this, because you'll never miss something until its gone.