DEAR Fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse, To You presenting these memorial Lays, Can hope the general eye thereon would gaze, As on a mirror that gives back the hues Of living Nature; no -- though free to choose The greenest bowers, the most inviting ways, The fairest landscapes and the brightest days -- Her skill she tried with less ambitious views. For You she wrought: Ye only can supply The life, the truth, the beauty: she confides In that enjoyment which with You abides, Trusts to your love and vivid memory; Thus far contented, that for You her verse Shall lack not power the "meeting soul to pierce!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATE SINGER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EIGHT O'CLOCK by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE RWOSE IN THE DARK by WILLIAM BARNES GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD COMPENSATION by E. M. BRAINARD A CHARM SAID UNDER AN OAK by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN AN EPITAPH ON SIR JOHN PROWDE, LIEUTENANT TO CHARLES MORGAN by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |