They tell me I am shrewd with other men; With thee I'm slow, and difficult of speech. With others I may guide the car of talk; Thou wing'st it oft to realms beyond my reach. If other guests should come, I'd deck my hair, And choose my newest garment from the shelf; When thou art bidden, I would clothe my heart With holiest purpose, as for God himself. For them I while the hours with tale or song, Or web of fancy, fringed with careless rhyme; But how to find a fitting lay for thee, Who hast the harmonies of every time? O friend beloved! I sit apart and dumb, -- Sometimes in sorrow, oft in joy divine; My lip will falter, but my prisoned heart Springs forth to measure its faint pulse with thine. Thou art to me like a royal guest, Whose travels bring him to some lowly rood, Where simple rustics spread their festal fare And, blushing, own it is not good enough. Bethink thee, then, whene'er thou com'st to me, From high emprise and noble toil to rest, My thoughts are weak and trivial, matched with thine; But the poor mansion offers thee its best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER FROM ITALY by JOSEPH ADDISON EARTH'S ANSWER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE LONDON, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE MIDNIGHT SKATERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HEART'S-EASE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR AN EGYPTIAN PULLED GLASS BOTTLE IN THE SHAPE OF A FISH by MARIANNE MOORE |