ISABELLA LEAVENWORTH, What were earth or heaven worth To a poet if none heed His discourse? But if thou read, In the pauses of thy tea, Finding some coincidence Twixt mine and Kant's philosophy, Shall I care if critics claim It has neither sound nor sense? Ah, this copy has no shame Since it holds thy lovely name With its brooklet sound of cheer, And shall know the sweet surprise Of fathoming thy tranquil eyes, Seen by it as it by thee. As for cents -- ah, well -- my dear Isabella Leavenworth, In any auction it may be Surely six or seven worth, And in some not distant year, -- When (each within a cozy nook) Under dust lie bard and book -- Asking who "this Johnson" was, Men shall call it "rare" because, Haply, once 't was owned by thee, Isabella Leavenworth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HALF-WAKING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SONG by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE A NIGHT-PIECE ON DEATH by THOMAS PARNELL PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TAKE YOUR CHOICE: AND BLISS CARMAN by BERTON BRALEY THE EASTER DECORATIONS by ADA CAMBRIDGE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. THESE WAVES OF YOUR GREAT HEART by EDWARD CARPENTER |