Explore Poems GO!

A Visitor In The Camp

Rating: 2.8

To Mary Robinson
'WHAT, are you lost, you pretty little lady?
This is no place for such sweet things as you.
Our bodies, rank with sweat, will make you sicken,
And, you'll observe, our lives are rank lives too.'
'Oh no, I am not lost! Oh no, I've come here
(And I have brought my lute, see, in my hand)
To see you, and to sing of all you suffer
To the great World, and make it understand!'
'Well, say! If one of those who'd robbed you thousands,

Dropped you a sixpence in the gutter where
Read More

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
White Cloud 22 June 2017

An old poem of substance.

0 0 Reply

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

7/27/2021 4:30:25 PM # 1.0.0.666