Kayser! to whom, as to a second self, Nature, or Nature's next-of-kin, the Elf, Hight Genius, hath dispens'd the happy skill To cheer or soothe the parting friend's 'alas'! Turning the blank scroll to a magic glass, That makes the absent present at our will; And to the shadowing of thy pencil gives Such seeming substance, that it almost lives. Well hast thou given the thoughtful Poet's face! Yet hast thou on the tablet of his mind A more delightful portrait left behind -- Ev'n thy own youthful beauty, and artless grace, Thy natural gladness and eyes bright with glee! Kayser! farewell! Be wise! be happy! and forget not me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN TO CHRIST, AT THE AUTHOR'S LAST GOING INTO GERMANY by JOHN DONNE MADRIGAL: 109 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI A GENTLE ECHO ON WOMAN (IN THE DORIC MANNER) by JONATHAN SWIFT CASEY AT THE BAT (2) by ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER THE WET WASH by MARIANA BACHMAN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A LESSON IN HUMILITY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |