SWEET World, if you will hear me now: I may not own a sounding Lyre And wear my name upon my brow Like some great jewel quick with fire. But let me, singing, sit apart, In tender quiet with a few, And keep my fame upon my heart, A little blush-rose wet with dew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ROCOCO by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE SAD MOTHER by KATHARINE TYNAN THE SORROW OF LOVE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SWAN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SUNSET ON THE ORANGE MOUNTAINS by ADRIAN BERKOWITZ |