SMILES for him, yes, and tears -- but most of all Envy, for that he set his soul to win Virtue and love and valor, and their call Upbore him ever above sleight and sin. His Dulcinea was of common earth? And Sancho Panza scarce a trusty squire? Not so: mistimed our pity and our mirth; They live for ever, in his soul's desire. Shiningly sure the Spanish Don was right, Who saw the world through eyes with faith agleam; This melancholy, madcap, errant knight, Who wrought so beautifully -- in his dream! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND'S VISIT by EMILY DICKINSON MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER TACKING SHIP OFF SHORE by WALTER MITCHELL THE MILKING-MAID by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |