While I, from that reed-throated whisperer Who comes at need, although not now as once A clear articulation in the air, But inwardly, surmise companions Beyond the fling of the dull ass's hoof, --Ben Jonson's phase--and find when June is come At Kyle-na-no under that ancient roof A sterner conscience and a friendlier home I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs, Those undreamt accidents that have made me --Seeing that Fame has perished this long while, Being but a part of ancient ceremony-- Notorious, till all my priceless things While I, from that reed-throated whisperer Who comes at need, although not now as once A clear articulation in the air, But inwardly, surmise companions Beyond the fling of the dull ass's hoof, --Ben Jonson's phase--and find when June is come At Kyle-na-no under that ancient roof A sterner conscience and a friendlier home I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs, Those undreamt accidents that have made me --Seeing that Fame has perished this long while, Being but a part of ancient ceremony-- Notorious, till all my priceless things Are but a post the passing dogs defile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIC VITA by HENRY KING (1592-1669) ON THE SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS by AESCHYLUS TO HASEKAWA by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG ETHELWALD, FR. METRICAL HISTORY OF ST. CUTHBERT by BEDE |