WHAT though thy Muse the singer's art essay With lip now over-loud, now over-low? 'T is but the augury that makes her so Of the high things she hath in charge to say. How shall the giantess of gold and clay, Girt with two oceans, crown'd with Arctic snow, Sandall'd with shining seas of Mexico, Be par'd to trim proportion in a day? Thou art too great! Thy million-billow'd surge Of life bewilders speech, as shoreless sea Confounds the ranging eye from verge to verge With mazy strife or smooth immensity. Not soon or easily shall thence emerge A Homer or a Shakespeare worthy thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAVES FIRST by CARL PHILLIPS FIRST FRUIT by ISAAC ROSENBERG BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL HOLY POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE HYPOCRISY by SAMUEL BUTLER (1612-1680) MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN |