Still I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander Far from the commoner way; Old-time trills and falls by the brook-side still do I ponder, Dreaming to-morrow to-day. Come here, come, revive me, Sun-God, teach me, Apollo, Measures descanted before; Since I ancient verses, I emulous follow, Prints in the marbles of yore. Still strange, strange, they sound in old young raiment invested, Songs for the brain to forget''" Young song-birds elate to grave old temples benested Piping and chirruping yet. Thoughts? No thought has yet unskilled attempted to flutter Trammelled so vilely in verse; He who writes but aims at fame and his bread and his butter, Won with a groan and a curse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO CERTAIN POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER JIM DALLEY by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 9: GREAT WESTERN DAYS by T. BAKER NOT TOO UNIMPORTANT by BERTON BRALEY TAKE YOUR CHOICE: AS LONGFELLOW WROTE IT by BERTON BRALEY ON KNOWING WHEN TO STOP by L. J. BRIDGMAN |