Kindly I envy thy songs perfection Built of all th'elements as our bodyes are: That Litle of earth that is in it, is a faire Delicious garden where all sweetes are sowne. In it is cherishing fyer which dryes in mee Griefe which did drowne me: and halfe quench'd by it Are satirique fyres which urg'd me to have writt In skorne of all: for now I admyre thee. And as Ayre doth fullfill the hollownes Of rotten walls; so it myne emptines, Where tost and mov'd it did beget this sound Which as a lame Eccho of thyne doth rebound. Oh, I was dead; but since thy song new Life did give, I recreated, even by thy creature, live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ENCOURAGED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?' by FRANCIS BRET HARTE RIDDLE: A BLACKSMITH by MOTHER GOOSE THE MERMAID by ALFRED TENNYSON A MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY by HENRY VAN DYKE INSCRIPTIONS: 2. FOR A STATUE OF CHAUCER AT WOODSTOCK by MARK AKENSIDE |