What though thy birth require a higher place Than my low heart is able to bestow? Admit it do, yet count it no disgrace; 'Tis my humility that makes me low, And since I have aspir'd so high a favour, Which once I had, but now I can't obtain, I'll spend my days, even with as sad behaviour, And study most, how most I may complain. O that my plaints would mollify thy heart, And once thou wouldst give period to my smart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FABRIC OF LIFE by KAY RYAN APPROACH OF WINTER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS WYNKEN, BLYNKEN AND NOD by EUGENE FIELD THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR by RUDYARD KIPLING PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 77. AL-MUTAHALI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE PIKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AMBITION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |