Climb, at Court, for me, that will, Tottering favour's pinnacle; All I seek is to lie still; Settled in some secret nest, In calm leisure let me rest, And, far off the public stage, Pass away my silent age. Thus, when, without noise, unknown, I have lived out all my span, I shall die, without a groan, And old honest countryman. Who, exposed to others' eyes, Into his own heart ne'er pries, Death to him's a strange surprise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW LOVE AND OLD by SARA TEASDALE THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD THE LAST OF AUTUMN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN I HAVE COME REMEMBERING by LORENE BYRNES BURNS NATURE'S WORD by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |