LO, here the Muse which to our eyes discovers The bleeding fate of many hapless lovers, What though his warbling lyre not gravely rings With such deep notes as lofty @3Clio@1 sings, His Muse is soft, as sweet, and though not strong, Pathetic, lively, all on fire, and young, Flowing with tears and smiles, and full of sport, As fits the subject of fair @3Venus'@1 Court, And this may court you to peruse his book; So oft i' th' streets with prompter eyes we look On lovely girls who but their shoestrings tie, Than wives, their garters making fast more high. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS FROST AT MIDNIGHT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED BALLAD: THE THINGS OF NO ACCOUNT by FRANCOIS VILLON BEGGAR TO BEGGAR CRIED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |