STRANGER! behold, interred together, The souls of learning and of leather. Poor Joe is gone, but left his all: You'll find his relics in a stall. His works were neat, and often found Well stitch'd, and with morocco bound. Tread lightly -- where the bard is laid He cannot mend the shoe he made; Yet is he happy in his hole, With verse immortal as his sole. But still to business he held fast, And stuck to Phoebus to the last. Then who shall say so good a fellow Was only 'leather and prunella?' For character -- he did not lack it; And if he did, 't were shame to 'Black-it.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FANCY IN NUBIBUS; OR, THE POET IN THE CLOUDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ROBERT E. LEE by JULIA WARD HOWE THE SILENT VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON A RHYMED REVIEW; 'LAUGHING MUSE' (BY ARTHUR GUITERMAN) by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS BOTHWELL: PART 2 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN IN A LETTER TO A.R.C. ON HER WISHING TO BE CALLED ANNA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |