How many will come after me singing as well as I sing, none better; Telling the heart of their truth as I have taught them to tell it; Fruit of my seed, O my unnameable children. Know then that I loved you from afore-time, Clear speakers, naked in the sun, untrammelled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVAMPING THE VIRGIN by KAREN SWENSON THE SLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SHERMAN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES by FRANCIS BRET HARTE HELIOTROPE by HARRY THURSTON PECK COBWEBS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |