Prelude

 They say that rhyme and rhythm are
 Outmoded now.
I do not know, for I am far
 From high of brow.
But if the twain you take away,
 Since basely bred,
Proud Poetry, I dare to say,
 Would scarce be read.

With humble heart I thus define
 My rôle in rhyme:
Oh may I never write a line
 That does not chime.
And though a verse be nigh as sweet
 As honey-comb,
To please me, let it have the beat
 Of metronome.

So to my modest muse I give
 A grateful pen;
Of lowliness I sing, who live
 With lowly men.
And though I never cease to grieve
 Poetic lack,
I do my best,--please take or leave
 A Verseman's Pack.

Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem |

Poems are below...