Since now from woodland mist and flooded clay I am fled beside the steep Devonian shore, Nor stand for welcome at your gothic door, 'Neath the fair tower of Magdalen and May, Such tribute, Warren, as fond poets pay For generous esteem, I write, not more Enhearten'd than my need is, reckoning o'er My life-long wanderings on the heavenly way: But well-befriended we become good friends, Well-honour'd honourable; and all attain Somewhat by fathering what fortune sends. I bid your presidency a long reign, True friend; and may your praise to greater ends Aid better men than I, nor me in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRISONER (A FRAGMENT) by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE PLOUGHER [OR PLOWER] by PADRAIC COLUM WHEN I'M KILLED by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE MALVERN HILL [JULY 1, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE GLORY OF WOMEN by SIEGFRIED SASSOON CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |