These plaintive verse, the posts of my desire, Which haste for succor to her slow regard, Bear not report of any slender fire, Forging a grief to win a fame's reward. Nor are my passions limned for outward hue, For that no colors can depaint my sorrows; Delia herself and all the world may view Best in my face how cares hath tilled deep furrows. No bays I seek to deck my mourning brow, O clear-eyed Rector of the holy Hill; My humble accents crave the olive bough Of her mild pity and relenting will. These lines I use t' unburden mine own heart; My love affects no fame, nor 'steems of art. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW JOHN PELHAM by JAMES RYDER RANDALL ON AN ANNIVERSARY by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE LIBERTINE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 85 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE MEANING OF IT ALL by EDWARD CARPENTER |