Dear fellow-artist, why so free With every sort of company, With every Jack and Jill? Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest Soon topples down the hill. You may, that mirror for a school, Be passionate, not bountiful As common beauties may, Who were not born to keep in trim With old Ezekiel's cherubim But those of Beauvarlet. I know what wages beauty gives, How hard a life her servant lives, Yet praise the winters gone: There is not a fool can call me a friend, And I may dine at journey's end With Landor and with Donne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SECRET by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE JAIN BIRD HOSPITAL IN DELHI by WILLIAM MEREDITH ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER THE DUNES OF INDIANA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |