To her the sweetest, fairest, worthiest one, Who the inspirer is of my new praise, Whom lately once, one Autumn afternoon, I walked with nor told aught a lover says, And yet who knows I love her in all ways A maiden dreams: the suppliant at her throne, The counsellor of strength, the lord of lays Loyal to chastity and her alone, These rhymes I dedicate. Oh, if there be Still in this world of vanished creeds and kings Some faith in royal blood and right divine, Some lingering reverence paid to majesty, Here seek it and here find it, for it clings To each hushed verse like incense to a shrine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 40. AL-MUKIT by EDWIN ARNOLD JUDGES: SONG OF DEBORAH; FRAGMENTS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NOT UNDERSTOOD by THOMAS BRACKEN AN EPITAPH ON MR.WM. HOPTON by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) A SOLILOQUY OF THE FULL MOON, SHE BEING IN A MAD PASSION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE OLNEY HYMNS: 59. TRUE AND FALSE COMFORTS by WILLIAM COWPER ON HER ENDEAVOURING TO CONCEAL HER GRIEF AT PARTING by WILLIAM COWPER |