Good Heart, that ownest all! I ask a modest boon and small: Not of lands and towns the gift, -- Too large a load for me to lift, -- But for one proper creature, Which geographic eye, Sweeping the map of Western earth, Or the Atlantic coast, from Maine To Powhatan's domain, Could not descry. Is 't much to ask in all thy huge creation, So trivial a part, -- A solitary heart? Yet count me not of spirit mean, Or mine a mean demand, For 't is the concentration And worth of all the land, The sister of the sea, The daughter of the strand, Composed of air and light, And of the swart earth-might. So little to thy poet's prayer Thy large bounty well can spare. And yet I think, if she were gone, The world were better left alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW WE BEAT THE FAVOURITE by ADAM LINDSAY GORDON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: FOURTH SONG by PHILIP SIDNEY THE BALLAD OF A DAFT GIRL by DOROTHY ALDIS MY FRIEND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS A QUARTET ('THE MIKADO' AT CAMBRIDGE) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ELISABETTA SIRANI, 1665 by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE CARLES OF DYSART by ROBERT BURNS A SILVER WEDDING: B.F.B.-E.G.B., 1855-1880 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |