I do not long for fame, Nor triumph, nor trumpets of praise; I only wish my name To endure in the coming days, When men say, musing at times, With smiling speech and slow, "He was a maker of rhymes Yvonne loved long ago!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL by PAUL VERLAINE THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM COWPER MY NOVEMBER GUEST by ROBERT FROST THE LAY OF THE LABOURER by THOMAS HOOD TO MR. BARBAULD, WITH A MAP OF THE LAND OF MATRIMONY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |