Resign the rhapsody, the dream, To men of larger reach; Be ours the quest of a plain theme, The piety of speech. As monkish scribes from morning break Toiled till the close of light, Nor thought a day too long to make One line or letter bright: We also with an ardent mind, Time, wealth, and fame forgot, Our glory in our patience find And skim, and skim the pot: Till last, when round the house we hear The evensong of birds, One corner of blue heaven appear In our clear well of words. Leave, leave it then, muse of my heart! Sans finish and sans frame, Leave unadorned by needless art The picture as it came. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST THEM WHO LAY UNCHASTITY TO THE SEX OF WOMAN by WILLIAM HABINGTON ACROSS THE SEA by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM INSCRIPTION FOR AN ICE-HOUSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE PRINCE OF PEACE by EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH INACCESSIBILITY IN THE BATTLEFIELD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SIDNEY'S ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: CANTO SECUNDO. LOVE'S PILGRIMS by THOMAS CAMPION |