IHAVE no hope to make you live in rhyme Or with your beauty to enrich the years -- Enough for me this now, this present time; The greater claim for greater sonneteers. But O how covetous I am of NOW -- Dear human minutes, marred by human pains -- I want to know your lips, your cheek, your brow, And all the miracles your heart contains, I wish to study all your changing face, Your eyes, divinely hurt with tenderness; I hope to win your dear unstinted grace For these blunt rhymes and what they would express. Then may you say, when others better prove: -- "@3Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love@1." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 16. ON HIS MISTRESS by JOHN DONNE HYMN TO GOD MY GOD, IN MY SICKNESS by JOHN DONNE DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 4. THE MOON'S ORCHESTRA by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER TEMPEST by ANITA CONCHITA ALLMON FRAGMENT OF AN 'ANTIGONE' by MATTHEW ARNOLD A THOUGHT FOR MOTHER'S DAY by MAMIE COLLINS BARRY |