Though you complain of me That I build no marvel to your name; That I have never grappled time to proclaim You everlastingly; Though no marble, however white it be, Compels me to win your fame: My soul is shapen as by a flame In your identity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEARCH (1) by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE FIFTEEN ACRES by JAMES STEPHENS THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE by HENRY WOTTON DEJECTION by GRACE E. ALBRIGHT IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: A STORM by JOHN ARMSTRONG |