IN vain to-day I scrape and blot: The nimble words, the phrases neat, Decline to mingle or to meet; My skill is all foregone -- forgot. He will not canter, walk nor trot, My Pegasus. I spur, I beat, In vain to-day! And yet 'twere sure the saddest lot That I should fail to leave complete One poor ... the rhyme suggests 'conceit!' Alas! 'Tis all too clear I'm not In vein to-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORBIDDEN FRUIT: 2 by EMILY DICKINSON A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD THE SEVEN WORDS by GEORGE WILLARD BONTE THE IDEAL by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |