BENT on building a house, while as yet a young man, Visto reach'd his old age ere he settled the plan; When perfection the plan, still his taste so refined, He could never make choice of a site to his mind; Death grew impatient, and call'd to his aid The Sexton, who housed him at once with his spade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LITTLE BLACK BOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE LIFE [AND THE FLOWERS] by GEORGE HERBERT SONNET: 8 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |