SONNETS are full of love, and this my tome Has many sonnets: so here now shall be One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home, To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome; Whose service is my special dignity, And she my lodestar while I go and come. And so because you love me, and because I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name: In you not fourscore years can dim the flame Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws Of time and change and mortal life and death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE COWS COME HOME by AGNES E. MITCHELL SILENCE SINGS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE SWAMP FOX by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS TO WAKEN AN OLD LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPITAPH by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU TO A MAID OF THIRTEEN by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER THE BATTLE OF THE PIGMIES AND THE CRANES by JAMES BEATTIE |