Sweetest Elizabeth, accept I pray These lowly stamps I send in homage true; One hundred humble servants in their way Are not to be despised, though poor to view. Their livery of red and black, nor gay, Nor sober all, is typical of you, In whom are gravity and gladness mixed. Thought here, smiles there; perfection lies betwixt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE STANZAS TO THE PO by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SNOW IN THE SUBURBS by THOMAS HARDY |