"AND you, Sir Poet, shall you make, I pray, This child a poet with that insight rare They tell me poets have, that everywhere He sees new beauties lost to common clay?" "Nay," said the poet, "rather lend the boy Your scarf of gauze, to veil his questioning eye, Lest in his pleasure he should aught descry But what is fair; so shall he much enjoy." She lightly laughed as she regained the band Now strolling on (to her it seemed a jest Turned for her pleasure); but behind the rest The poet and the child walked hand in hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HENRY PHIPPS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |