Reason, in faith thou art well served, that still Would'st brabbling be with sense and love in me. I rather wished thee climb the muses' hill, Or reach the fruit of nature's choicest tree, Or seek heaven's course, or heaven's inside, to see. Why should'st thou toil our thorny soil to till? Leave sense, and those which sense's objects be: Deal thou with powers of thoughts, leave love to will. But thou would'st needs fight both with love and sense, With sword of wit giving wounds of dispraise, Till downright blows did foil thy cunning fence: For soon as they strake thee with Stella's rays, Reason, thou kneeled'st, and offered'st straight to prove By reason good, good reason her to love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WORDSWORTH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE SLEEPY SONG by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON SONG OF THE DESERT LARK by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE INDIAN GIRL'S LAMENT by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |