I am myself -- poor, foolish, weak -- Plus other men to whom I speak, The stronger men with whom I walk, And watch their ways and heed their talk. Some are alive with whom I tread, And some are those that men call dead; Some I accost in shop or street, And some in blessed books I meet. But wheresoe'er these friends may be, Each is an increment for me, -- My life is all a happy sum; I'll add as long as figures come! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE BELLS OF YOUTH by WILLIAM SHARP ON THE COLLAR OF MRS. DINGLEY'S LAP-DOG by JONATHAN SWIFT TO BARON DE STONNE WITH AIKIN'S ESSAYS ON SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GOOD NIGHT by HESTER A. BENEDICT |