You think my songs are strange. I think they are myself. I let my fancy range -- The divagating elf. Don't say my songs are common. For though my soul I seek In every man and woman I want my songs unique. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER by EDNA MAY APPLEGATE LILIES: 25. THY LOVE-SERVICE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE FUGITIVE by PRINGLE BARRET THE PHOENIX by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON PRAISES OF WILTSHIRE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB MY LORD TOMNODDY by ROBERT BARNABAS BROUGH SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 23 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |