The poet is a lazy man, Instead of building bridges, roads, He sits back in his easy chair, And fashions odes. The poet is a peaceful man, Who idly dreams from sun to sun; And what has he accomplished when His dreams are spun? Perhaps a book of slender songs To sweeten life with lilac rhyme, That may, when roads and bridges crash, Still cling to time! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HATCHING; FOR DAW AUNG SAN SUU KYI by KAREN SWENSON A SEA SONG by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM APRIL'S LAMBS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HUMAN FLIES by KATHARINE ADAMS CELESTIAL HEIGHTS by ALFRED AUSTIN RAISING THE DEVIL; A LEGEND OF CORNELIUS AGRIPPA by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |