"Finis" is writ: a book away is laid, With blanks and blots,the record that I made: Since Time a stainless one holds out to me, Alas, that I should still unpractised be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INDIA WHARF by SARA TEASDALE A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 19. THE FAIRY QUEEN PROSERPINA by THOMAS CAMPION THE WHITE HOUSE by CLAUDE MCKAY LIVE BLINDLY; SONNET by TRUMBULL STICKNEY PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR SHADOWS IN THE WATER by THOMAS TRAHERNE |