O HENLEY, in my hours of ease You may say anything you please, But when I join the Muses' revel, Begad, I wish you at the devil! In vain my verse I plane and bevel, Like Banville's rhyming devotees; In vain by many an artful swivel Lug in my meaning by degrees; I'm sure to hear my Henley cavil; And grovelling prostrate on my knees, Devote his body to the seas, His correspondence to the devil! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GIRL IN A CAGE by CARL SANDBURG CRITICS AND CONNOISSEURS by MARIANNE MOORE WINTERTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE DIVISION OF POLAND by EDWIN ARNOLD THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER (DEDICATED TO MISS ELLA F. KENNEDY) by SARA S. BASHEFKIN |