How many will come after me singing as well as I sing, none better; Telling the heart of their truth as I have taught them to tell it; Fruit of my seed, O my unnameable children. Know then that I loved you from afore-time, Clear speakers, naked in the sun, untrammelled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WRITTEN [OR LINES] IN A YOUNG LADY'S ALBUM by THOMAS HOOD LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE |