Unhappy pen and ill-accepted papers, That intimate in vain my chaste desires -- My chaste desires, the ever-burning tapers, Enkindled by her eyes' celestial fires -- Celestial fires and unrespecting powers, That deign not view the glory of your might In humble lines, the work of careful hours, The sacrifice I offer to her sight. But sith she scorns her own, this rests for me: I'll moan myself, and hide the wrong I have, And so content me that her frowns should be To my'infant style the cradle and the grave. What though myself no honor get thereby, Each bird sings to herself, and so will I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER [DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE DANCE OF THE SEVIN DEIDLY SYNNIS by WILLIAM DUNBAR THREE MOMENTS IN PARIS: 1. ONE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT by MINA LOY EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 36. GOLD THE PICKLOCK by PHILIP AYRES |