HE came from where he started And was going where he went. He hadn't had a smell of food, Not even had a scent. He never even muttered once Till he began to talk, And when he left the kitchen door He took the garden walk. He said: "There's no one with me, Because I am alone; I might have scintillated once; My clothes have always shone. I got here 'fore the other ones Because I started first: The reason I look shabby is Because I'm dressed the worst." Then I asked him where he came from -- This was just before we parted, And he muttered indistinctly, "Oh, I come from where I started!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEINSTER by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY TO - (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY I HEARD YOUR SOLEMN-SWEET PIPES by WALT WHITMAN ETERNITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GROVER CLEVELAND by JOEL BENTON ASOLANDO: ROSNY by ROBERT BROWNING A PRAYER FOR LIFE by GEORGE SHEPARD BURLEIGH MONODY ON A LADY FAMED FOR HER CAPRICE by ROBERT BURNS MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG. NIGHT by THOMAS CAMPION |