I WAS of late a barren plant, Useless, insignificant, Nor fig, nor grape, nor apple bore, A native of the marshy shore; But gathered for poetic use, And plunged into a sable juice, Of which my modicum I sip With narrow mouth and slender lip, At once, although by nature dumb, All eloquent I have become, And speak with fluency untired, As if by Phoebus' self inspired. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISODE OF HANDS by HAROLD HART CRANE THE JEW TO JESUS by FLORENCE KIPER FRANK THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 64. AL-KAIYUM by EDWIN ARNOLD SATIRE: 4 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS |