I From the dull confines of a country shade, A rustic damsel issues forth her lays; There she, in secret, sought the Muse's aid, But now, aspiring, hopes to gain the bays. II "Vain are her hopes," the snarling critic cries; "Rude and imperfect is her rural song." But she on public candour firm relies, And humbly begs they'll pardon what is wrong. III And if some lucky thought, while you peruse, Some little beauty strike th' inquiring mind; In gratitude she'll thank th' indulgent Muse, Nor count her toil, where you can pleasure find. IV Upon your voice depends her share of fame, With beating breast her lines abroad are sent: Of praise she'll no luxuriant portion claim; Give but a little, and she'll rest content. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: BEFORE AN EXAMINATION by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH MOUNTAIN VALLEY by MALCOLM COWLEY LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |