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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PATRON OF ART, by GLADYS VONDY ROBERTSON First Line: You saw me first when I was poor Last Line: But cannot grasp my art. | |||
You saw me first when I was poor -- I wore a battered hat. You turned a shoulder: passed me by. Smug in your seat you sat. You were a patron of the arts; I struggled hard to live. I would leave the world a noble thought While gold is what you give. Forsooth, I now am known to fame! My work is set apart. Now you revere my battered hat, But cannot grasp my art. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: OCTOBER by EDMUND SPENSER IDYLLS OF THE KING: LANCELOT AND ELAINE by ALFRED TENNYSON INSPIRATION (2) by HENRY DAVID THOREAU SONNET: TO L.T. IN FLORENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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