HAST thou then, superior risen To the chilly dream of glory Which great Weimar's poet hoary Wove around thee, like a prison? Are thy old friends bores now voted? -- Clara, Gretchen, -- names familiar, -- Serlo's chaste maid, and Ottilia In the "Wahlverwandschaft" noted? Thou'rt with Germany enchanted, Art become a Mignon-hater, And thou seek'st for freedom greater Than Philina ever granted. Like a Luneburgomaster, Thou dost battle for the nation, Holding up to execration Kings, as causing all disaster. And I hear with pleasure hearty, What a pitch thy praises grow to, And how thou'rt a Mirabeau, too, At each Luneburg tea-party! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM FUCHSIA HEDGES IN CONNACHT by PADRAIC COLUM THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE WAITING FOR THE GRAPES by WILLIAM MAGINN |