O LORD, I pray: that for each happiness My housemate brings I may give back no less Than all my fertile will; That I may take from friends but as the stream Creates again the hawthorn bloom adream Above the river sill; That I may see the spurge upon the wall And hear the nesting birds give call to call, Keeping my wonder new; That I may have a body fit to mate With the green fields, and stars, and streams in spate, And clean as clover-dew; That I may have the courage to confute All fools with silence when they will dispute, All fools who will deride; That I may know all strict and sinewy art As that in man which is the counterpart, Lord, of Thy fiercest pride; That somehow this beloved earth may wear A later grace for all the love I bear, For some song that I sing; That, when I die, this word may stand for me -- He had a heart to praise, an eye to see, And beauty was his king. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO HIS FRIEND R.L. IN PRAISE OF MUSIQUE AND POETRIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD MENAPHON: DORON'S JIG by ROBERT GREENE THE VOICELESS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES EPIGRAM: 59. ON SPIES by BEN JONSON REBEL MOTHER'S LULLABY by SHANE LESLIE SONNET TO HOPE by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 14. 'I LOVE THEE' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) VERSES WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF TIGHE'S 'PSYCHE' by BERNARD BARTON |