WISE Solomon, with all his rambling doubts, Might talk two hours, I guess, or thereabouts; "And yet," quoth he, "my elders, to their shame, "Kept silence all, nor answer did they frame." Dear me! what else but silence should they keep? He, to be sure, had talk'd them all asleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM |