FORGIVE -- that thus the trumpet I have blown You never sounded -- never cared to hear. The world, I know, can give no smile or tear To those whose story it has never known. But must the poet tune his lyre alone To themes of passionate hope or love or fear, -- Or thoughts of loftier flight, yet shun the clear Affection of two brothers' hearts at one? If gallant sonneteers may sing the light And radiant demoiselles of olden time -- If in their melodies they may not slight The fleeting passion of their youthful prime, The old true loves from boyhood ever bright Are surely worth the tribute of a rhyme. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EROS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 1. CAPTIVITY by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE TWO WIVES by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS POPPIES IN THE WHEAT by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE I DREAM I'M LEAVING by MARGARET AHO |