You that with allegory's curious frame Of others' children changelings use to make, With me those pains, for God's sake, do not take; I list not dig so deep for brazen fame. When I say 'Stella', I do mean the same Princess of beauty, for whose only sake The reins of love I love, though never slake, And joy therein, though nations count it shame. I beg no subject to use eloquence, Nor in hid ways to guide philosophy. Look at my hands for no such quintessence, But know that I, in pure simplicity, Breathe out the flames which burn within my heart, Love only reading unto me this art. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS THE HAPPY WANDERER by PERCY ADDLESHAW SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 2. THE FLOWER ASLEEP by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) OATS WILD TURN MILD by THRALL BUELL TANNHAUSER; OR, THE BATTLE OF THE BARDS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |