Doe not repyine fayre sun to see these eyne welcomer far then thyne To see the beames of a moore glorius face Shine one his natiue place And ouerrun the to his Northerne lyne fayre sonn doe not repyine And yea thrise blessed bowers with longe agone His cradle rocked one Which at the first that vitall breath did geue whereby our worlde doth liue Doe not inuie the spheres of heauen aboue In his deare lyght and loue whose presens vnder Arthures seate can frame An Eden both indeede and name | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN [AUGUST 20, 1898] by GUY WETMORE CARRYL MORITURI SALUTAMUS [WE WHO ARE TO DIE SALUTE YOU] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FULFILLMENT by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY THE RHYME OF SIR LAUNCELOT BOGLE; A LEGEND OF GLASGOW by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN OPEN MY EYES by ALICE E. BAILEY TO SIR JOHN SPENSER KNIGHTE, ALDERMAN OF LONDON by RICHARD BARNFIELD |