So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special blest, By new unfolding his imprison'd pride. Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope, Being had, to triumph, being lack'd, to hope. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMMORTALS by ISAAC ROSENBERG SPLENDID ISOLATION; A MORAL FROM LEXINTON, 1775 by KATHARINE LEE BATES THESEUS AND ARIADNE by FRANCIS BEAUMONT TAKE YOUR CHOICE: AS WALT MASON WOULD DO IT by BERTON BRALEY THE NEW AND THE OLD by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A TRUE TALE TO MRS. J - S. WRITTEN AT HER REQUEST by MARY CHANDLER |