I HAVE scribbled in verse and in prose, I have painted "arrangements in greens," And my name is familiar to those Who take in the high class magazines; I compose; I've invented machines; I have written an "Essay on Rhyme"; For my county I played, in my teens, But—I am not in "Men of the Time!" I have lived, as a chief, with the Crows; I have "interviewed" Princes and Queens; I have climbed the Caucasian snows; I abstain, like the ancients, from beans,— I've a guess what Pythagoras means When he says that to eat them's a crime,— I have lectured upon the Essenes, But—I am not in "Men of the Time!" I've a fancy as morbid as Poe's, I can tell what is meant by "Shebeens," I have breasted the river that flows Through the land of the wild Gadarenes; I can gossip with Burton on @3skenes,@1 I can imitate Irving (the Mime), And my sketches are quainter than Keene's, But—I am not in "Men of the Time!" ENVOY. So the tower of mine eminence leans Like the Pisan, and mud is its lime; I'm acquainted with Dukes and with Deans, But—I am not in "Men of the Time!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LIZBIE BROWNE by THOMAS HARDY JOURNEY by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY BIRTH by ANNIE RAYMOND STILLMAN ROCOCO by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE A DAY: AN EPISTLE TO JOHN WILKES, OF AYLESBURY, ESQ. by JOHN ARMSTRONG SILENUS IN PROTEUS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 15 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |