I HOLD no viol or ancient lute To make sweet music to thy praise, But, bending, plead a lover's suit Too deep for words, with music mute In lieu of lover's lays. I only ask wilt thou be mine And take mine heart for recompense, Invoking through Saint Valentine The worship at thy beauty's shrine With garlanded incense? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |