GENTLE, modest little flower," (Gilbert's self is whom I quote), Were the warder of this Tower But a bard of strength and power, Not a paper pote— This would be a lasting line Telling you you are divine. "Sadly lacking in our land," (Quoting as I start to sing) Are the maidens I can stand Staring at and hearing—and Wholly everything. Falter, feet! and metre halt! When ye seek to sing Miss Alt. "This the close of every song"— This the finishing of mine: Every lyric, short or long, Always tries to tap the gong In the final line. Wherefore I confess to be Nutty over Natalie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FROM THE SHORE by CARL SANDBURG |