Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to trampling horse's feet More oft than to a chamber melody; Now blessed you, bear onward blessed me To her, where I my heart safeliest shall meet. My muse and I must you of duty greet, With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully. Be you still fair, honoured by public heed, By no encroachment wronged, nor time forgot; Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed. And that you know, I envy you no lot Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 104 by ALFRED TENNYSON MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS RELIGIOUS ISOLATION, TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE VIERZIDE CHAIRS by WILLIAM BARNES ON A PRESSED FLOWER IN MY CPOY OF KEATS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |