O HENLEY, in my hours of ease You may say anything you please, But when I join the Muses' revel, Begad, I wish you at the devil! In vain my verse I plane and bevel, Like Banville's rhyming devotees; In vain by many an artful swivel Lug in my meaning by degrees; I'm sure to hear my Henley cavil; And grovelling prostrate on my knees, Devote his body to the seas, His correspondence to the devil! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG ECHOES: 4. INVICTUS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY SPRING'S WELCOME, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY SPORTSMEN IN PARADISE by T. P. CAMERON WILSON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONAUTICA): THE SAILING OF THE ARGO by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS PILLBOX by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |