NOT youth pertains to me, Nor delicatesse, I cannot beguile the time with talk, Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant, In the learn'd coterie sitting constrain'd and still, for learning inures not to me, Beauty, knowledge, inure not to me''"yet there are two or three things inure to me, I have nourish'd the wounded and sooth'd many a dying soldier, And at intervals waiting or in the midst of camp, Composed these songs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNCLE ANANIAS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE FLIGHT OF LOVE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY MOUNT PIERUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE COMPLAINT OF POETIE, FOR THE DEATH OF LIBERALITE by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE GULF by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |