That fruit that neither dreads the Syrian heats, Nor the sharp frosts which churlish Boreas threats, The fruit of peace and joy our wishes bring To this high state, in a perpetual spring. Then pardon (sacred majesty) our grief Unreasonably that presseth for relief. The ground whereof (if your blest ears can spare A short space of attention) we'll declare. Great Honour's herald, Fame, having proclaimed This nuptial feast, and with it all enflamed, From every quarter of the earth three knights (In courtship seen, as well as martial fights) Assembled in the continent, and there Decreed this night a solemn service here. For which, by six and six embarked they were In several keels; their sails for Britain bent. But (they that never favoured good intent) Deformed Error, that enchanting fiend, And wing-tongued Rumour, his infernal friend, With Curiosity and Credulity, Both sorceresses, all in hate agree Our purpose to divert; in vain they strive, For we in spite of them came near t'arrive, When suddenly (as heaven and hell had met) A storm confused against our tackle beat, Severing the ships: but after what befel Let these relate, my tongue's too weak to tell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HELEN OF TROY by SARA TEASDALE BABY MAY by WILLIAM COX BENNETT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 26 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL |