What though thy birth require a higher place Than my low heart is able to bestow? Admit it do, yet count it no disgrace; 'Tis my humility that makes me low, And since I have aspir'd so high a favour, Which once I had, but now I can't obtain, I'll spend my days, even with as sad behaviour, And study most, how most I may complain. O that my plaints would mollify thy heart, And once thou wouldst give period to my smart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SYMPHONIC STUDIES (AFTER ROBERT SCHUMANN) by EMMA LAZARUS |