AS I sat, to sift my dreaming To the meet and needed word, Came a merry Interruption With insistence to be heard. Smiling stood a maid beside me, Half alluring and half shy; Soft the white hint of her bosom -- Escapade was in her eye. "I must not be so invaded," (In an anger then I cried) -- "Can't you see that I am busy? Tempting creature, stay outside! "Pearly rascal, I am writing: I am now composing verse -- Fie on antic invitation: Wanton, vanish -- fly -- disperse! "Baggage, in my godlike moment What have I to do with thee?" And she laughed as she departed -- "I am Poetry," said she. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3 by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS DEATH AT DAYBREAK by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH SATURDAY IN Y' HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT LITTLEHOLME; FOR J.S. AND A.W.S. by GORDON BOTTOMLEY MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE THRESHOLD by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |