REPROACH me not because the many chide, Calling me prouder than an Emperor's son, For so the shepherds called Endymion, When he had won the mateless moon to bride. Proud?—Oh, a monarch must forget his pride, On whom the light of such a love hath shone, Showing him worth but dim oblivion, A mortal set at an Immortal's side. Rather one face, one hour, one master-thought Stamped on the body and soul of him he bore, And the world's business like a distant roar To that tense mind his slackened senses brought. And men he scorned not, save as the unborn Or the forgetful dead sleeping appear to scorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAKE BOATS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GASCOIGNE'S GOOD MORROW by GEORGE GASCOIGNE WHAT MY LOVER SAID by HOMER GREENE THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY A CHRISTMAS FOLK-SONG by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE |