I THOUGHT to win me a name-- Should ring in the ear of the world-- How can I work with small pink fists About my fingers curled? Then adieu to name and to fame. They scarce are worth at the best One touch of this wet little, warm little mouth, With its lips against my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONCE BEFORE by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE THE BARON'S LAST BANQUET by ALBERT GORTON GREENE RIDDLE: A STAR by MOTHER GOOSE TOWERING OVER THE WRECKS OF TIME by JOHN BOWRING AN EVENING IN TUSCANY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 38 by THOMAS CAMPION SONGS IN ABSENCE: 13 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |