What Am I After AllWhat am I after all but a child, pleas’d with the sound of my ownname? repeating it over and over;I stand apart to hear—it never tires me.To you your name also;Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations inthe sound of your name?
What am I after all but a child, pleas’d with the sound of my ownname? repeating it over and over;I stand apart to hear—it never tires me.To you your name also;Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations inthe sound of your name?