O spirit in this beauty slumbering, If I were king Passions and poets and provinces I would bring, Broad prosperous pastures, watered, and fat herds, Markets and ships; I can but give you words Trembling to incoherence in their dread That they will leave your beauty badly said; A cluster of pale notions in a song Afraid lest its incompetence does you wrong. Cradled upon a muddy wash of dreams Springing from passion to passion about the earth My praise is spoiled with ardour, never seems It full to fit your worth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PICKING AND CHOOSING by MARIANNE MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND |