@3WILLY,@1 thy Rhythms so sweetly run and rise, And answer rightly to thy tunefull Reed, That (so mought both our fleecy Cares succeed) I ween (nor is it any vaine Device) That @3COLLIN@1 dying, his Immortal Muse Into thy Learned Breast did late infuse. Thine be his Verse, not his Reward be Thine. Ah me! That after unbeseeming Care, And secret Want, which bred his last misfare, His Relicks dear obscurely tombed lien Under unwritten Stones, that who goes by Cannot once Read, @3Lo here doth COLLIN lie.@1 Not all the Shepherds of his Calender Yet (Learned Shepherds all, and seen in Song) Theire deepest Layes, and Ditties deep among, More lofty Song did ever make or leer, Then this of Thine. Sing on, thy Task shall be To follow him, while others follow Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH AND AGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FAST ANCHOR'D ETERNAL O LOVE! by WALT WHITMAN A REMEMBERED FACE by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG ON A HILL-TOP by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR ENERGY IN ADVERSITY by LUELLA J. CASE |