IF heart and style remain still true, I'll not object, whatever you do. My friend, I never will mistake you, E'en though a Counsellor they make you. They now are raising a terrible din Because you've been sworn as a Counsellor in; From the Seine to the Elbe, regardless of reason, For months they've declaim'd thus against your sad treason: His progress onward is changed of late To progress backward; O, answer us straight -- On Swabian crabs are you really riding? Is't only court-ladies you now take pride in? Perchance you are tired, and long for rest; All night on your horn you've been blowing your best And now on a nail you quietly stow it; No longer for Germany's hobby you'll blow it. You lie down in bed, and straightway close Your eyes, but vainly you seek for repose; Before the window the mockers salute us: Awake, Liberator! What! sleeping, Brutus? Ah, bawlers like these can never know why The best of watchmen ceases to cry; These young braggadocios cannot discover Why man his exertions at length gives over. You ask me how matters are going on here? No breeze is stirring, the atmosphere's clear; The weathercocks all are perplex'd, not discerning The proper direction in which to be turning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK WELCOME, LITTLE STRANGER (BY A DISPLACED THREE-YEAR-OLD) by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS TO JOHN DRYDEN, ESQ.; POET LAUREATE AND HISTOGRAPHER ROYAL by PHILIP AYRES ECLOGUE: THE COMMON A-TOOK IN by WILLIAM BARNES WIND IN THE WILLOWS by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT |