Did I aught else but utter The praises of your name, Well content to flutter In your tree of fame? If you now deny me The shelter of your wing, And no more stand by me, How then shall I sing? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A WOMAN'S LOVE by JOHN MILTON HAY THE WOUNDED HARE by ROBERT BURNS THE HAPPY HOUR by MARY FRANCES MARSHALL BUTTS MOONLIGHT by JEREMIAH JOSEPH CALLANAN |