Let me thy properties explain: A rotten cabin, dropping rain, Chimneys with scorn rejecting smoke, Stools, tables, chairs, and bedsteads broke. Here elements have lost their uses; Air ripens not, nor earth produces. In vain we make poor Sheelah toil; Fire will not roast, nor waters boil. Through all the valleys, hills, and plains, The goddess Want in triumph reigns; And her chief officers of state, Sloth, Dirt, and Theft, around her wait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON A PALMETTO by SIDNEY LANIER THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER |