YE to whom wealth lends wings To bear you from clime to clime, To treasures of beautiful things -- Palaces, minsters sublime, Snow mountain and pine-circled lake, And the purple of Summer seas -- Think, think of poor children, and take Compassion on these. For in stifling courts they are pent Thro' the fugitive freshness of June; Not for them are her roses sent, Nor the nightingales' passionate tune, Nor the keen scent of newly mown hay, Nor the flowing tide's blossom of yeast; Let these poor rhymes secure them at least One ineffable day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIM DOORWAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SENRYU: BLIND DATE by TIMOTHY LIU |