WE are talkative proud, and assured, and self-sufficient, The quick of the earth this day; This inn is ours, and its courtyard, and English history, And the Post Office up the way. The stars in their changes, and heavenly speculation, The habits of birds and flowers, And character bred of poverty and riches, All these are ours. The world is ours, and these its themes and its substance, And of these we are free men and wise; Among them all we move in possession and judgment, For a day, till it dies. But in eighteen-hundred-and-fifty, who were the tenants, Sure and deliberate as we? They knew us not in the time of their ascension, Their self-sufficiency. And in nineteen-hundred-and-fifty this inn shall flourish, And history still be told, And the heat of blood shall thrive, and speculation, When we are cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOODLY SONG by PAUL VERLAINE KING DAVID by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN THE INDIAN EMPEROR: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF THE LIFE AND DEATH OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE A BETTER ANSWER (TO CHLOE JEALOUS) by MATTHEW PRIOR THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |