"Write me a rhyme of the present time". And the poet took his pen And wrote such lines as the miser minds Hide in the hearts of men. He grew enthused, as the poets used When their fingers kissed the strings Of some sweet lyre, and caught the fire True inspiration brings, And sang the song of a nation's wrong -- Of the patriot's galling chain, And the glad release that the angel, Peace, Has given him again. He sang the lay of religion's sway, Where a hundred creeds clasp hands And shout in glee such a symphony That the whole world understands. He struck the key of monopoly, And sang of her swift decay, And traveled the track of the railway back With a blithesome roundelay -- Of the tranquil bliss of a true love kiss; And painted the picture, too, Of the wedded life, and the patient wife, And the husband fond and true; And sang the joy that a noble boy Brings to a father's soul, Who lets the wine as a mocker shine Stagnated in the bowl. And he stabbed his pen in the ink again, And wrote with a writhing frown, "This is the end." "And now, my friend, You may print it -- upside down!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOSING TIME AT THE SAN DIEGO ZOO by KAREN SWENSON IN JANUARY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE CHILTERNS by RUPERT BROOKE THE INQUEST by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES WE WEAR THE MASK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HAARLEM HEIGHTS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN |