At th' Ivory Tribunall of your hand (Faire one) these tender leaves doe trembling stand. Knowing 'tis in the doome of your sweet Eye Whether the Muse they cloth shall live or die. Live shee, or dye to Fame; each Leafe you meet Is her Lifes wing, or her death's winding-sheet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A DUTCH PROVERB by MATTHEW PRIOR PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 61. AL-MO'HYI by EDWIN ARNOLD ECLOGUE: THE 'LOTMENTS by WILLIAM BARNES THE WEDDING FEAST: 2 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE PLUME by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |