HOPE is a subtle glutton; He feeds upon the fair; And yet, inspected closely, What abstinence is there! His is the halcyon table That never seats but one, And whatsoever is consumed The same amounts remain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACE AND STRUCTURE: BONAVENTURE HOTEL, LOS ANGELES by KAREN SWENSON UPON BEN JONSON [JOHNSON] by ROBERT HERRICK SYMPHONY OF THE SOIL by EVA K. ANGLESBURG RHENISH AUTUMN; TO TOUSSAINT LUCA by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |