SUPPOSE one knew that never more might one Put pen to sonnet, well loved task; that now These fourteen lines were all he could allow To say his message, be forever done; How he would scan the word, the line, the rhyme, Intent to sum in dearly chosen phrase The windy trees, the beauty of his days, Life's pride and pathos in one verse sublime. How bitter then would be regret and pang For former rhymes he dallied to refine, For every verse that was not crystalline.... And if belike this last one feebly rang, Honor and pride would cast it to the floor Facing the judge with what was done before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ECHO FROM WILLOW-WOOD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 92 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 2: 25. THE VIRGIN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE OLD BRIDGE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON ON HEARING HIM MISPRAISED by MATTHEW ARNOLD A REMEMBRANCE OF SOME ENGLISH POETS by RICHARD BARNFIELD |