WHen first Alexis did in Verse delight, His Muse in Low, but Graceful Numbers walk't, And now and then a little Proudly stalk't; But never aim'd at any noble Flight: The Herds, the Groves, the gentle purling Streams, Adorn'd his Song, and were his highest Theams. But Love these Thoughts, like Mists, did soon disperse, Enlarg'd his Fancy, and set free his Muse, Biding him more Illustrious Subjects choose; The Acts of Gods, and God-like Men reherse. From thence new Raptures did his Breast inspire, His scarce Warm-Heart converted was to Fire. Th' exalted Poet rais'd by this new Flame, With Vigor flys, where late he crept along, And Acts Divine, in a Diviner Song, Commits to the eternal Trompe of Fame. And thus Alexis does prove Love to be, As the Worlds Soul, the Soul of Poetry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONGS OUT OF SORROW: REFUGE by SARA TEASDALE LANDSCAPES (FOR CLEMENT R. WOOD) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE DAYS GONE BY by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A SONNET. ON CYNTHIA SICK by PHILIP AYRES |