As I sit writing here, sick and grown old, Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities, Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering ennui, May filter in my daily songs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEART OF THE TREE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER UP IN THE MORNING EARLY by ROBERT BURNS THE PLOUGHER [OR PLOWER] by PADRAIC COLUM TO WORDSWORTH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING OF MAN'S MORTALITY by SIMON WASTELL THE LAST MAN: INSIGNIFICANCE OF THE WORLD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |