NOR judge me light, tho' light at times I seem And lightly in the stress of fortune, bear The unnumerable flaws of changeful care -- Nor judge me light for this, nor rashly deem (Office forbid to mortals, kept supreme And separate the prerogative of God!) That seaman idle, who is borne abroad To the far haven by the favouring stream. Not he alone that to contrarious seas Opposes, all night long, the unwearied oar, Not he alone, by high success endeared, Shall reach the Port; but, winged, with some light breeze Shall they, with upright keels, pass in before, Whom easy Taste, the golden pilot, steered. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MIST AND ALL by DIXIE WILLSON CAPTAIN MORROW'S THANKSGIVING by LILLIE E. BARR THESEUS AND ARIADNE by FRANCIS BEAUMONT THOMAS GRAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON A BRIDGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LOVE SONGS: 9. A SIGH FROM OXFORD by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |