THE marble-smith, at his morning task Merrily glasses the blue-veined stone, With stout hands circling smooth. You ask, "What will it be, when it is done?" "A shaft for a young girl's grave." Both hands Go back with a will to their sinewy play; And he sings like a bird, as he swaying stands, A rollicking stave of Love and May. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE [FOR MUSIC] ON ST. CECILIA'S DAY by ALEXANDER POPE REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) NEXT DAY; IN THE TRAIN by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA GREEK POETESSES by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA CARPE DIEM by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF VINCENT VAN GOGH by HARRIET R. BEAN |