Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by, His doctrine is deceiving; For, whilst he teaches us to die, He cheats us of our living. To die's a lesson we shall know Too soon, without a master; Then let us only study now How we may live the faster. To live's to love; to bless, be blessed With mutual inclination; Share then my ardour in your breast, And kindly meet my passion. But if thus blessed I may not live, And pity you deny, To me, at least, your Sherlock give, 'Tis I must learn to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 28 by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 30. AL-HADIL by EDWIN ARNOLD A FISH STORY by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS IN MEMORIAM, NINTH OF AB by BEN AVROM THE DESERT WIND by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A REGULAR GIRL by BERTON BRALEY |