MY God, a verse is not a crown; No point of honour, or gay suit; No hawk, or banquet, or renown; Nor a good sword, nor yet a lute. It cannot vault, or dance, or play; It never was in France or Spain; Nor can it entertain the day With a great stable or demain. It is no office, art, or news; Nor the exchange, or busie hall: But it is that which while I use, I am with thee, and Most take all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUJER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS OH! WEEP FOR THOSE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND BALLADE OF SCHOPENHAUER'S PHILOSOPHY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE EUMENIDES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS |