The poet is a lazy man, Instead of building bridges, roads, He sits back in his easy chair, And fashions odes. The poet is a peaceful man, Who idly dreams from sun to sun; And what has he accomplished when His dreams are spun? Perhaps a book of slender songs To sweeten life with lilac rhyme, That may, when roads and bridges crash, Still cling to time! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LEEDLE YAWCOB STRAUSS by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS THE DEAD PAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE MILKING-MAID by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 1. THE MANDARIN SPEAKS by WILLIAM A. BEATTY |