O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, With the little bright boxes piled up neatly upon the shelves And the loose fragrant cavendish and the shag, And the bright Virginia loose under the bright glass cases, And a pair of scales not too greasy, And the whores dropping in for a word or two in passing, For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit. O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, Lend me a little tobacco-shop, or install me in any profession Save this damn'd profession of writing, where one needs one's brains all the time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING SWAN by THOMAS STURGE MOORE SWEET MEETING OF DESIRES by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE RENCONTRE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LONE BUTTE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG AN EXPOSTULATION WITH LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |