I can but name thee, and methinks I call All that have been, or are canonicall For love and bountie, to come neare, and see, Their many vertues volum'd up in thee; In thee Brave Man! Whose incorrupted fame, Casts forth a light like to a Virgin flame: And as it shines, it throwes a scent about, As when a Rain-bow in perfumes goes out. So vanish hence, but leave a name, as sweet, As Benjamin, and Storax, when they meet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY THE DORCHESTER GIANT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES DULCE ET DECORUM EST by WILFRED OWEN BANTAMS IN PINE-WOODS by WALLACE STEVENS CENTENNIAL HYMN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNET: EGYPT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BURIED FLOWER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |