O THOU, whose potent genius (like the sun Tenderly mellowed by a rippling haze) Hast gained thee all men's homage, love and praise, Surely thy web of life is not outspun, Thy glory rounded, thy last guerdon won! Nay, poet, nay! -- from thought's calm sunset ways May new-born notes of undegenerate lays Charm back the twilight gloom ere day be done! But past the poet crowned I see the friend -- Frank, courteous, true -- about whose locks of gray, Like golden bees, some glints of summer stray; Clear-eyed, with lips half poised 'twixt smile and sigh; A brow in whose soul-mirroring manhood blend Grace, sweetness, power and magnanimity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN TO A WOMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MY ORCHA'D IN LINDEN LEA by WILLIAM BARNES THE THANKSGIVING IN BOSTON HARBOR [JUNE 12, 1630] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH THE WEST COUNTRY by ALICE CARY EPIGRAM: TO FOOL, OR KNAVE by BEN JONSON NOT TO BE MINISTERED TO by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK |