"Aye! I am a poet and upon my tomb Shall maidens scatter rose leaves And men myrtles, ere the night Slays day with her dark sword. "Lo! this thing is not mine Nor thine to hinder, For the custom is full old, And here in Nineveh have I beheld Many a singer pass and take his place In those dim halls where no man troubleth His sleep or song. And many a one hath sung his songs More craftily, more subtle-souled than I; And many a one now doth surpass My wave-worn beauty with his wind of flowers, Yet am I poet, and upon my tomb Shall all men scatter rose leaves Ere the night slay light With her blue sword. "It is not, Raana, that my song rings highest Or more sweet in tone than any, but that I Am here a Poet, that doth drink of life As lesser men drink wine." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMMON LOT by JAMES MONTGOMERY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 25 by PHILIP SIDNEY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 31 by PHILIP SIDNEY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 32 by PHILIP SIDNEY BEGGAR TO BEGGAR CRIED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SUNRISE AND SUNSET: 2. SUNSET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) BALLADE OF MID-WINTER NIGHTS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE MARCH BEE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN OCTOBER XXIX, 1795 (KEATS' BIRTHDAY) by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |