WHO would care to pass his life away Of the Lotos-land a dreamful denizen,— Lotos-islands in a waveless bay, Sung by Alfred Tennyson? Who would care to be a dull new-comer Far across the wild sea's wide abysses, Where, about the earth's three thousandth summer, Passed divine Ulysses? Rather give me coffee, art, a book, From my windows a delicious sea-view, Southdown mutton, somebody to cook,— "Music?"—I believe you. Strawberry icebergs in the summer time,— But of elm-wood many a massive splinter, Good ghost stories, and a classic rhyme, For the nights of winter. Now and then a friend and some Sauterne, Now and then a haunch of Highland venison, And for Lotos-land I'll never yearn, @3Malgré@1 Alfred Tennyson. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER A VISIT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR INTO BATTLE by JULIAN GRENFELL THE MAN HE KILLED by THOMAS HARDY PENITENTIAL PSALM: 130. DE PROFUNDIS by THOMAS WYATT THE MORAL FABLES: THE TRIAL OF THE FOX by AESOP |