ISABELLA LEAVENWORTH, What were earth or heaven worth To a poet if none heed His discourse? But if thou read, In the pauses of thy tea, Finding some coincidence Twixt mine and Kant's philosophy, Shall I care if critics claim It has neither sound nor sense? Ah, this copy has no shame Since it holds thy lovely name With its brooklet sound of cheer, And shall know the sweet surprise Of fathoming thy tranquil eyes, Seen by it as it by thee. As for cents -- ah, well -- my dear Isabella Leavenworth, In any auction it may be Surely six or seven worth, And in some not distant year, -- When (each within a cozy nook) Under dust lie bard and book -- Asking who "this Johnson" was, Men shall call it "rare" because, Haply, once 't was owned by thee, Isabella Leavenworth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT HOLY THING by GEORGE MACDONALD WEDDED (PROVENCAL AIR) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RAINY SEASON by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL SONNET ON MOOR PARK; FORMERLY THE SEAT OF SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES FRIEND OF SINNERS by RICHARD BURNHAM THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE FRIAR'S PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |