HUMBLE is Love, for he is Honor's child: He knows the worth of her he does adore, And that high reckoning humbles him the more: By her dear sweetness from his pain beguiled, He would be proud because her look is mild; But all the while he scans the oft-told score, And his imperfectness must still deplore, Abashed no less because on him she smiled. To be allowed to love is Love's dear prize: To lay his homage at Her royal feet -- To enter thus the true heart's paradise, The name of names forever to repeat, And read his sentence in her answering eyes -- Love should be humble -- his reward is meet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNSCARRED FIGHTER REMEMBERS FRANCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING DON'T YOU SEE? by KATHARINE LEE BATES O YE JOYS! by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ON MY DEAR GRANDCHILD SIMON WHO DIED ... ONE MONTH AND ONE DAY OLD by ANNE BRADSTREET MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 4. AMPLE by BERTON BRALEY |