WHO would care to pass his life away Of the Lotos-land a dreamful denizen,— Lotos-islands in a waveless bay, Sung by Alfred Tennyson? Who would care to be a dull new-comer Far across the wild sea's wide abysses, Where, about the earth's three thousandth summer, Passed divine Ulysses? Rather give me coffee, art, a book, From my windows a delicious sea-view, Southdown mutton, somebody to cook,— "Music?"—I believe you. Strawberry icebergs in the summer time,— But of elm-wood many a massive splinter, Good ghost stories, and a classic rhyme, For the nights of winter. Now and then a friend and some Sauterne, Now and then a haunch of Highland venison, And for Lotos-land I'll never yearn, @3Malgré@1 Alfred Tennyson. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ST. PAUL'S DAY, 1925 by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THOUGH BIRDS HAVE FLOWN by BETTIE MARGOT CASSIE INSCRIPTION FOR AN HERMITAGE IN THE AUTHOR'S GARDEN by WILLIAM COWPER SECRETS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |