MY Rabbi was Natureshe set me to learn, She taught me to sing and she taught me to play, She taught me to think and to feel, day by day, And all that is beautiful, swift to discern, The heart must be fresh, and the brain clear and steady, The scales and the measure be waiting and ready, And I, after all, have becomewhy you know it; A poet, my brothers, a poor Jewish poet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING by JOHN DRYDEN ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA by HENRY WOTTON A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 14 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 89. THE LIMIT OF HUMAN KNOWLEDGE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |