Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st, Who, save thy mind's reproach, nought earthly fear'st, To thee this votive offering I impart, The tearful tribute of a broken heart. The Friend thou valued'st, I, the Patron lov'd; His worth, his honour, all the world approved: We'll mourn till we too go as he has gone, And tread the shadowy path to that dark world unknown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNE IN A MINOR KEY by CONRAD AIKEN LOVE BEING ALL ONE by ROBERT FROST BEAUTY THAT IS NEVER OLD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |