My letters fail, I learn with grief, to please Proud spirits that sit and read them at their ease Not recking how, from an exhausted mind, By wheel and pulley, tug and strain and grind, These humble efforts are expressed, like cheese. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 18. LOVEST THOU ME? by WILLIAM COWPER THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL THE HAUNTED PALACE by EDGAR ALLAN POE BETROTHED ANEW by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN TO A LADY, WITH SOME PAINTED FLOWERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |