Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET TO MY OWN NOSE, by HORACE SMITH


Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

SONNET TO MY OWN NOSE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: O nose! Thou rudder in my face's centre
Last Line: The primrose, cowslip, blue-bell, violet.
Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Horatio
Subject(s): Noses


O NOSE! thou rudder in my face's centre,
Since I must follow thee until I die --
Since we are bound together by indenture,
The master thou, and the apprentice I,
O be to your Telemachus a Mentor,
Though oft invisible, for ever nigh;
Guard him from all disgrace and misadventure,
From hostile tweak, or love's blind mastery.
So shalt thou quit the city's stench and smoke,
For hawthorn lanes and copses of young oak,
Scenting the gales of heaven that have not yet
Lost their fresh fragrance, since the morning broke,
And breath of flowers "with rosy May-dews wet,"
The primrose, cowslip, blue-bell, violet.





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...
Home: PoetryExplorer.net