@3Why droopst thou, Trefeild? will Hurst the banker Make dice of thy bones? by heav'n he cannot. Cannot? What's the reason? I'll declare it, They're all grown so pocky and so rotten.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO THE PEACOCK OF FRANCE by MARIANNE MOORE |