Here lieth Nat Vole, Asleep now, poor Soul! 'Twas one of his whims To be telling his dreams, Of the Lands therein seen And the Journeys he'd been! La, if now he could speak, He'd not listeners seek! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESSES by ROBERT HERRICK CATAWBA WINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 13. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS by JOHN MILTON THE LOAN by SABINE BARING-GOULD SONNET (3) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY SENEX'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS YOUTHFUL IDOL by THOMAS CAMPBELL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. BRIEF IS PAIN by EDWARD CARPENTER |