You think my songs are strange. I think they are myself. I let my fancy range -- The divagating elf. Don't say my songs are common. For though my soul I seek In every man and woman I want my songs unique. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF AUTUMN by PAUL VERLAINE THE LADY'S 'YES' by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE SEA GYPSY [OR GIPSY] by RICHARD HOVEY MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES VENETIAN BLIND by HELEN DARBY BERNING |