IF I esteemed you less, Envy would kill Pleasure, and leave to Wonder and Despair The ministration of the thoughts that fill The mind which, like a worm whose lifc may share A portion of the unapproachable, Marks your creations rise as fast and fair As perfect worlds at the Creator's will. But such is my regard that nor your power To soar above the heights where others [climb], Nor fame, that shadow of the unborn hour Cast from the envious future on the time, Move one regret for his unhonored name Who dares these words: -- the worm beneath the sod May lift itself in homage of the God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVERNIGHT, A ROSE by CAROLINE GILTINAN ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW 23RD STREET RUNS INTO HEAVEN by KENNETH PATCHEN ROCK OF AGES' by EDWARD H. RICE THE CONVERSION by RALPH WILHELM BERGENGREN THE CATHEDRAL PORCH by LAURENCE BINYON |