DENIS, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit Caps occasion with an intellectual fit. Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled timber 'll hit The bald and bold blinking gold when all 's done Right rooting in the bare butt's wincing navel in the sight of the sun. . . . . . . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMMORTALITY by EMILY DICKINSON HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW MY LIFE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 46. AL-WASI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD THE LAST MAN: SWEET TO DIE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |