WHY should my pen aspire so high a strain, A verse to guide, to guide a verse unfit? Are they the fittest voices to complain? Admit they be, they're for a riper wit; Yet you who these unpolisht lines shall read, Deride them not, they from distraction came; Let that suffice, my love alone shall plead For their defect, and shall excuse the same: Excuse the same, for what from love doth spring, To lovers only resolution bring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER THE INDIAN EMPEROR: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE FAMINE YEAR by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE A SONG OF RICHES by KATHARINE LEE BATES SONG ON THE WATER (1) by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |