There was a poet once who died, His casement opened wide; With his two hands he clasped his book, And died with his last look Fixed on the brightest star How great some poets are! I too have my ambitious end, With one green leaf in either hand And save the small breast-feather Of a little bird for the other! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY LINES WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE UNKNOWN GOD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 6; AUGUST 13, 1643 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |