For all thy many courtesies to me, Nothing I have (my Crofts) to send to Thee For the requitall; save this only one Halfe of my just remuneration. For since I've travail'd all this Realm throughout To seeke, and find some few Immortals out To circumspangle this my spacious Sphere, (As Lamps for everlasting shining here:) And having fixt Thee in mine Orbe a Starre, (Amongst the rest) both bright and singular, The present Age will tell the world thou art If not to th' whole, yet satisfy'd in part. As for the rest, being too great a summe Here to be paid; Ile pay't i'th'world to come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BOARD THE '76; WRITTEN FOR BRYANT'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA by PHILLIS WHEATLEY REMARKS TO THE BACK OF A PEW by WILLIAM ROSE BENET BAB-LOCK-HYTHE by LAURENCE BINYON SEA LAVENDER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 7. FAREWELL TO WHITE-NIGHTS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |