Charm'd by thy suffrage, shall I yet aspire (All inauspicious as my fate appears, By troubles darken'd, that increase with years,) To guide the crayon, or to touch the lyre? Ah me! -- the sister Muses still require A spirit free from all intrusive fears, Nor will thy deign to wipe away the tears Of vain regret, that dim their sacred fire. But when thy envied sanction crowns my lays, A ray of pleasure lights my languid mind, For well I know the value of thy praise; And to how few the flattering meed confin'd, That thou, -- their highly favour'd brows to bind, Wilt weave green myrtle and unfading bays! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FRIDAY NIGHT by ISIDORE G. ASCHER THE ALBATROSS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE AUTHOR OF 'THE GREAT ILLUSION' by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AN INVECTIVE AGAINST THE WORLD, SELECTION by NICHOLAS BRETON |