MOST tender poet, when the gods confer They save your gracile songs a nook apart, And bless with Time's untainted lavender The ageless April of your singing heart. You, in an age unbridled, ne'er declined The appointed patience that the Muse decrees, Until, deep in the flower of the mind The hovering words alight, like bridegroom bees. By casual praise or casual blame unstirred The placid gods grant gifts where they belong: To you, who understand, the perfect word, The recompensed necessities of song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ICE-CREAM SANDWICH by KAREN SWENSON RESIGNATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD by WALTER RALEIGH DRUG STORE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER TENNYSON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE ART OF WRITING by PHILIP AYRES |