DEAR architect of fine CHATEAUX in air, Worthier to stand for ever, if they could, Than any built of stone, or yet of wood, For back of royal elephant to bear; Oh for permission from the skies to share, Much to my own, though little to thy good, With thee (not subject to the jealous mood!) A partnership of literary ware! But I am bankrupt now; and doomed henceforth To drudge, in descant dry, on others' lays; Bards, I acknowledge, of unequalled worth: But what is commentator's happiest praise? That he has furnished lights for other eyes, Which they who need them use, and then despise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME (2) by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST HIS SAVIOURS WORDS, GOING TO THE CROSSE by ROBERT HERRICK THE VAMPIRE by RUDYARD KIPLING THE STIRRUP-CUP by SIDNEY LANIER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 38. THE MORROW'S MESSAGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI INDEPENDENCE DAY by ROYALL TYLER DANAIDES: THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND EARTH by AESCHYLUS |