What am I after all but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over; I stand apart to hear -- it never tires me. To you your name also; Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIME OF ROSES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN DREAMS: ON THE HUNTING GROUND by DANIEL CHAUNCEY BREWER THE TOWERS OF PRINCETON [FROM THE TRAIN] by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) SHAKESPEARE READS THE KING JAMES VERSION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE CENTAUR FABULOUS by JOHN BYROM APRIL, OR THE NEW HAT by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |