MY Rabbi was Natureshe set me to learn, She taught me to sing and she taught me to play, She taught me to think and to feel, day by day, And all that is beautiful, swift to discern, The heart must be fresh, and the brain clear and steady, The scales and the measure be waiting and ready, And I, after all, have becomewhy you know it; A poet, my brothers, a poor Jewish poet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAWORTH CHURCHYARD by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET: OF THREE GIRLS AND OF THEIR TALK by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO SCHOOLBOYS IN WINTER by JOHN CLARE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 7. SUPREME SURRENDER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI EMERSON by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT |