Having been tenant long to a rich lord, Not thriving, I resolved to be bold, And make a suit unto him, to afford A new small-rented lease, and cancel the old. In heaven at his manor I him sought, They told me there that he was lately gone About some land, which he had dearly bought Long since on earth, to take possession. I straight returned, and knowing his great birth, Sought him accordinly in great resorts; In cities, theaters, gardens, parks, and courts; At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth Of thieves and murderers; there I him espied, Who straight, Your suit is granted, said, and died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLANTS AT BUFFALO, NEW YORK by CARL SANDBURG THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE PARTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON THE DANGER OF WAR by GEORGE MEREDITH FROM THE IONIAN ISLANDS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |