Poem: "Troubled About Many Things"

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff

"Troubled About Many Things"

 How many times these low feet staggered, Only the soldered mouth can tell; Try! can you stir the awful rivet? Try! can you lift the hasps of steel?  Stroke the cool forehead, hot so often, Lift, if you can, the listless hair; Handle the adamantine fingers Never a thimble more shall wear.  Buzz the dull flies on the chamber window; Brave shines the sun through the freckled pane; Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling - Indolent housewife, in daisies lain!