LET us off and search, and find a place Where yours and mine can be natural lives, Where no one comes who dissects and dives And proclaims that ours is a curious case, Which its touch of romance can scarcely grace. You would think it strange at first, but then Everything has been strange in its time. When some one said on a day of the prime He would bow to no brazen god again He doubtless dazed the mass of men. None will see in us a pair whose claims To righteous judgment we care not making; Who have doubted if breath be worth the taking, And have no respect for the current fames Whence the savour has flown while abide the names. We have found us already shunned, disdained, And for re-acceptance have not once striven; Whatever offence our course has given The brunt thereof we have long sustained. Well, let us away, scorned, unexplained. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BURNING A DULL POEM; WRITTEN IN 1729 by JONATHAN SWIFT VILLANELLE OF CITY AND COUNTRY by ZOE AKINS WHAT THE ENGINE SAYS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A TRIBUTE TO DAD by CLARA MCKEE BEEDE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. IN THE STONE-FLOORED WORKSHOP by EDWARD CARPENTER |