NOT youth pertains to me, Nor delicatesse, I cannot beguile the time with talk, Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant, In the learn'd coterie sitting constrain'd and still, for learning inures not to me, Beauty, knowledge, inure not to me''"yet there are two or three things inure to me, I have nourish'd the wounded and sooth'd many a dying soldier, And at intervals waiting or in the midst of camp, Composed these songs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WISE WOMAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE EVENING STAR by THOMAS CAMPBELL PHILIP, MY KING by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK ONCE BY THE PACIFIC by ROBERT FROST THE WALKER OF THE SNOW by CHARLES DAWSON SHANLY LA BEAUTE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |