Thomas Bailey Aldrich
A Petition - Poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
To spring belongs the violet, and the blown
Spice of the roses let the summer own.
Grant me this favor, Muse--all else withhold--
That I may not write verse when I am old.
And yet I pray you, Muse, delay the time!
Be not too ready to deny me rhyme;
And when the hour strikes, as it must, dear Muse,
I beg you very gently break the news.
Comments about A Petition by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.