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Poem by George Darley


The Anonymous Poet


You, the choice minions of the proud-lipped nine
Who warble at the great Apollo's knee,
Why do you laugh at these rude lays of mine?
I seek not of your brotherhood to be:
I do not play the public swan, nor try
To curve my proud neck on your vocal streams.
In my own little isle retreated, I
Lost myself in my waters and my dreams:
Forgetful of the world, forgotten too,
The cygnet of my own secluded wave
I sing, whilst dashing up their silver dew
For joy, the petty billows try to rave:
There is a still applause in solitude,
Fitting alike my merits and my mood.



George Darley


George Darley's other poems:
  1. On the Death of a Recluse
  2. To Helene
  3. The Moon and Sea
  4. Love's Likeness
  5. Song (Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers)


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