LUCY, you brightnesse of our spheare, who are Life of the Muses day, their morning-starre! If workes (not th'authors) their owne grace should looke, Whose poemes would not wish to be your booke? But these, desir'd by you, the makers ends Crowne with their owne. Rare poemes aske rare friends. Yet, Satyres, since the most of mankind bee Their un-avoided subject, fewest see: For none ere tooke that pleasure in sinnes sense, But, when they heard it tax'd, tooke more offence. Then, they, that living where the matter is bred, Dare for these poemes, yet, both aske, and read, And like them too; must needfully, though few, Be of the best: and 'mongst those, best are you. LUCY, you brightnesse of our spheare, who are The Muses evening, as their morning-starre. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DARK HOUSE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG ONE AT PLAY IN THE FIELDS OF by KAREN SWENSON |