I HEARD a voice say unto me Now since thou art neither beautiful nor witty, it is in vain that thou hangest about the doors of the admired palaces; For thou wilt not gain admissionthou! But here outside is a plot of waste ground where canst build thee a little cabinall thine own; And since it is close by the common road and there is no fence about it, Many a weary traveler parched with the heat of the day shall turn in unto thee for a cup of cold water: And that shall suffice for Thy life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GODS OF THE COPYBOOK HEADINGS by RUDYARD KIPLING WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE SONNET: THE RARITY OF GENIUS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SOLILOQUY; NOVEMBER 11, 1928 by N. R. A. BECKER PIANO TUNING by MARIANNE BORUCH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 39 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |