"Daphne with her thighs in bark Stretches toward me her leafy hands," -- Subjectively. In the stuffed-satin drawing room I await The Lady Valentine's commands, Knowing my coat has never been Of precisely the fashion To stimulate, in her, A durable passion; Doubtful, somewhat, of the value Of well-gowned approbation Of literary effort, But never of The Lady Valentine's vocation: Poetry, her border of ideas, The edge, uncertain, but a means of blending With other strata Where the lower and higher have ending; A hook to catch the Lady Jane's attention A modulation toward the theatre Also, in the case of revolution, A possible friend and comforter. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Conduct, on the other hand, the soul "Which the highest cultures have nourished" To Fleet St. where Dr. Johnson flourished; Beside this thoroughfare The sale of half-hose has Long since superseded the cultivation Of Pierian roses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IT IS FINISHED' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: DECEMBER by EDMUND SPENSER SONG FOR ALL SEAS, ALL SHIPS by WALT WHITMAN MEDITATION AT KEW by ANNA WICKHAM |