Had we two met, blithe-hearted Burns, Tho' water is my daily drink, May God forgive me but I think We should have roared our toasts by turns. Inquisitive low-whispering cares Had found no room in either pate, Until I asked thee, rather late, Is there a hand-rail to the stairs? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 1. THE BRIGHT MOON by CONRAD AIKEN VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING NEED OF LOVING by STRICKLAND GILLILAN GLOUCESTER MOORS by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI INSTRUCTIONS, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN PARIS, FOR THE MOB IN ENGLAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK |