GREAT Sir, as on each levee day I still attend you--still you say-- I'm busy now, to-morrow come; To-morrow, sir, you're not at home; So says your porter, and dare I Give such a man as him the lie? In imitation, sir, of you, I keep a mighty levee too: Where my attendants, to their sorrow, Are bid to come again to-morrow. To-morrow they return, no doubt, But then, like you, sir, I'm gone out. So says my maid; but they less civil Give maid and master to the devil; And then with menaces depart, Which could you hear would pierce your heart, Good sir, do make my levee fly me, Or lend your porter to deny me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIFTY YEARS (1863-1913) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON PORTRAIT D'UNE FEMME by EZRA POUND HOPE AND DESPAIR by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE DANAIDES: THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND EARTH by AESCHYLUS A CHARACTER OF SARAH HALLOWELL VAUGHAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE FELLOWSHIP by KATHARINE LEE BATES FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SORROW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |