WHY should my pen aspire so high a strain, A verse to guide, to guide a verse unfit? Are they the fittest voices to complain? Admit they be, they're for a riper wit; Yet you who these unpolisht lines shall read, Deride them not, they from distraction came; Let that suffice, my love alone shall plead For their defect, and shall excuse the same: Excuse the same, for what from love doth spring, To lovers only resolution bring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE WASTE PLACES by JAMES STEPHENS ON HOMER'S BIRTHPLACE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON DIRGE AND HYMENAL by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES WHEN TWILIGHT COMES WITH DREAMS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |