A WREATHED garland of deserved praise, Of praise deserved, unto thee I give; I give to thee, who knowest all my wayes, My crooked winding wayes, wherein I live; Wherein I die, not live; for life is straight, Straight as a line, and ever tends to thee, -- To thee, who art more farre above deceit, Than deceit seems above simplicitie. Give me simplicitie, that I may live, So live and like, that I may know thy wayes, Know them and practise them: then shall I give For this poore wreath, give thee a crown of praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARON'S LAST BANQUET by ALBERT GORTON GREENE SALLY SIMKIN'S LAMENT by THOMAS HOOD THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 54. LOVE'S FATALITY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AFTERMATH by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S HESITATION by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS EN PASSANT by EDITH COURTENAY BABBITT |