Full many a man before Had pushed aside a door And none felt need to pay it heed Or think about it more. Full many a square of glass Ere this had framed a silhouette That those who saw it pass As quickly might forget. But you, Sir, with your wheeze And elephantine tread, The rheumatism in your knees, The jumble in your head, Go forth to greet a friend And drink a cup of tea -- The fickle gods attend And all posterity troops in to see. Your hand is on the latch -- (Consider, Sir, your standing with the Fates!) Beyond yon swinging hatch Young Boswell waits... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH SONG OF THE MOON by CLAUDE MCKAY THE ALTAR by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON OF ANY OLD MAN by ISAAC ROSENBERG |