GOLDEN-HAIR'D Ally whose name is one with mine, Crazy with laughter and babble and earth's new wine, Now that the flower of a year and a half is thine, O little blossom, O mine, and mine of mine, Glorious poet who never hast written a line, Laugh, for the name at the head of my verse is thine. Mayst thou never be wrong'd by the name that is mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET, ON HIS THIRD BIRTHDAY by RICHARD CORBET QUATRAIN: SPENDTHRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WORK AND WORSHIP; A LEGEND OF THE DANUBE by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER THE OLD SINGER by ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO MY MENDING BASKET by BESSIE CHANDLER |