What though thy birth require a higher place Than my low heart is able to bestow? Admit it do, yet count it no disgrace; 'Tis my humility that makes me low, And since I have aspir'd so high a favour, Which once I had, but now I can't obtain, I'll spend my days, even with as sad behaviour, And study most, how most I may complain. O that my plaints would mollify thy heart, And once thou wouldst give period to my smart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A PROPOSED TRIP SOUTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS JESUS - THE SWEETEST NAME by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX THE SMILING MOUTH by CHARLES D'ORLEANS THE SAND-MAN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PAUL REVERE'S RIDE [APRIL 1775] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |