VAIN painter, why dost strive my face to draw. With busy hands, a goddess' eyes ne'er saw? Daughter of air and wind, I do rejoice In empty shouts, without a mind a voice. Within your ears, shrill echo, I rebound, And if you'll paint me like, then paint a sound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOTHING BUT LEAVES by LUCY EVELINA AKERMAN THE LITTLE VAGABOND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BLACK RIDERS: 9 by STEPHEN CRANE |