GOLDEN-HAIR'D Ally whose name is one with mine, Crazy with laughter and babble and earth's new wine, Now that the flower of a year and a half is thine, O little blossom, O mine, and mine of mine, Glorious poet who never hast written a line, Laugh, for the name at the head of my verse is thine. Mayst thou never be wrong'd by the name that is mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD COW FARM by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER BIRTH by THOMAS HOOD GYPSY MAN by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES LAMENT OF THE FRONTIER GUARD by LI PO |