(TO THE LADY OF THE CASTLE) 'HE who fears the trial, Naught can hope to gain': -- Shall I make denial A la Chatelaine? Come then, MUSE, and lend me All that poets feign: Let my verse commend me A la Chatelaine! TIME, that rarely lingers, -- TIME, that churl ingrain, -- Kisses courtier fingers A la Chatelaine; Leads her by soft places Free from stone and stain; Spares his sterner traces A la Chatelaine! Ah! benign, caressing, Still, O TIME, remain; Send thy chiefest blessing A la Chatelaine! Make her sorest troubles Light as summer rain; Crosses be but bubbles A la Chatelaine! Neither mar nor mend her; Save her toil and pain; TIME, be always tender A la Chatelaine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LAMBERT HUTCHINS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 12 by EZRA POUND SONG: 4 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS THE CAPTAIN; AFTER READING HENLEY'S INVICTUS by DOROTHEA DAY SIMON LEGREE: NEGRO SERMON; MEMORIAL TO BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SANDALPHON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |