DEAR Poet of the swift imperial ways, The overtones of thy melodious showers Are mine, and shadows of thy leaning flowers; My thoughts are emulous of thy thought sprays. Thou art the shepherd of my humble days. The faint subsiding impulse of thy powers Reverberates and stirs my silent hours; My partial words are thy remembered lays. When Jesus gave the loaves to the meek throng, They fared, and there were basketsful besides -- The fragments fallen from his grace benign, Abundant -- since, dear Poet, love divides, A portion of thy opulence is mine, I gather from thy plenitude of song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 1. TRUE AND CHASTE LOVE by WILLIAM BASSE A COLD TEMPERAMENT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET EPITAPH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. OF THE PAST by EDWARD CARPENTER THE FISHERMAN'S SONG by THOMAS D'URFEY |