GENTLE, modest little flower," (Gilbert's self is whom I quote), Were the warder of this Tower But a bard of strength and power, Not a paper pote— This would be a lasting line Telling you you are divine. "Sadly lacking in our land," (Quoting as I start to sing) Are the maidens I can stand Staring at and hearing—and Wholly everything. Falter, feet! and metre halt! When ye seek to sing Miss Alt. "This the close of every song"— This the finishing of mine: Every lyric, short or long, Always tries to tap the gong In the final line. Wherefore I confess to be Nutty over Natalie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: CONSIDER FREELAND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FATIGUE; EPIGRAM by HILAIRE BELLOC ANDREA DEL SARTO (CALLED THE FAULTLESS PAINTER) by ROBERT BROWNING EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WATER MILL by SARAH DOUDNEY A BANJO SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: THE FOUR WINDS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |