Two Poets, (poets, by report, Not oft so well agree) Sweet Harmonist of Flora's court! Conspire to honour thee. They best can judge a poet's worth, Who oft themselves have known The pangs of a poetic birth By labours of their own. We therefore, pleased, extol thy song, Though various, yet complete, Rich in embellishment, as strong And learned as 'tis sweet. No envy mingles with our praise, Though, could our hearts repine At any poet's happier lays, They would,--they must, at thine. But we, in mutual bondage knit Of friendship's closest tie, Can gaze on even Darwin's wit With an unjaundiced eye; And deem the bard, whoe'er he be, And howsoever known, Who would not twine a wreath for thee, Unworthy of his own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND RESURRECTION, IMPERFECT by JOHN DONNE THE SONG OF THE ILL-BELOVED; TO PAUL LEAUTARD by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE ODE TO THE CONNECTICUT RIVER by JOSIAS LYNDON ARNOLD BILL SWEENY OF THE BLACK GANG by JAMES BARNES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM AT CLIFTON by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE ESCAPE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |