Do not guard this as rich stuff without mark Closed in a cedarn dark, Nor lay it down with tragic masks and greaves Licked by the tongues of leaves. Nor let it be as eggs under the wings Of helpless startled things, Nor encompassed by song, nor any glory Perverse and transitory. Rather, like shards and straw upon coarse ground, Of little worth when found: Rubble in gardens, it and stones alike, That any spade may strike. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY ON THYRZA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LACK OF STEADFASTNESS; BALLAD by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE MARRIAGE VOW by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON ON AN OLD MUFF by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON A DAY: AN EPISTLE TO JOHN WILKES, OF AYLESBURY, ESQ. by JOHN ARMSTRONG |