O golden-tongued Romance, with serene lute! Fair plumed Siren! Queen of far away! Leave melodizing on this wintry day, Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute: Adieu! for once again the fierce dispute Betwixt damnation and impassioned clay Must I burn through; once more humbly assay The bitter-sweet of this Shakespearean fruit. Chief Poet! and ye clouds of Albion, Begetters of our deep eternal theme, When through the old oak forest I am gone, Let me not wander in a barren dream, But when I am consumed in the fire, Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE CAT OF CATS by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS THE ALTAR STONE by RICHARD ALEXANDER THE SPAN OF LIFE by LEVI BISHOP STRANGE PERSPECTIVE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 66. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY MEMORY OF THE FAIREST AND MOST VIRTUOUS LADY by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |