What am I after all but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over; I stand apart to hear -- it never tires me. To you your name also; Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BEPPO: A VENETIAN STORY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON BEING QUIZZED BY BALIEV by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) TRICKSTERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE SUNKEN LANE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE PEEL LIFE-BOAT by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |