Although the meaner sort, whose thoughts are placed As in another region far below The sphere of greatness, cannot rightly taste What touch it hath, nor right her passions know, Yet have I here adventured to bestow Words upon grief as my griefs comprehend, And made this great afflicted lady show Out of my feelings what she might have penned. And here the same I bring forth to attend Upon thy rev'rend name, to live with thee, Most virtuous Lady, that vouchsaf'st to lend Ear to my notes, and comfort unto me, That one day may thine own fair virtues spread, Being secretary now but to the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THERE IS PEACE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON LOVE'S JUSTIFICATION by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI VERSES TO MR. C by ALEXANDER POPE OVER THE RIVER by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST OF MAN'S MORTALITY by SIMON WASTELL FALSORUM DEORUM CULTOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |