Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to trampling horse's feet More oft than to a chamber melody; Now blessed you, bear onward blessed me To her, where I my heart safeliest shall meet. My muse and I must you of duty greet, With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully. Be you still fair, honoured by public heed, By no encroachment wronged, nor time forgot; Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed. And that you know, I envy you no lot Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET WRITTEN IN DISGUST OF VULGAR SUPERSTITION by JOHN KEATS UPON THE DEATH OF SIR ALBERT MORTON'S WIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE HARLOT'S HOUSE by OSCAR WILDE TILL THE MIST PASSES by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON LOVE RIDES DISGUISED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MY SOUL by NETTIE STEPHENSON BOWEN SORDELLO: BOOK 5 by ROBERT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. BY LAKE WACHUSETT by EDWARD CARPENTER |