And since this life our nonage is, And wee in Wardship to thine Angels be, Native in heavens faire Palaces, Where we shall be but denizen'd by thee, As th'earth conceiving by the Sunne, Yeelds faire diversitie, Yet never knowes which course that light doth run, So let mee study, that mine actions bee Worthy their sight, though blinde in how they see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 2 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD by SAM WALTER FOSS THE CAVALIER'S SONG by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL THE EMPEROR OF ICE-CREAM by WALLACE STEVENS HOUSEHOLD POEMS: 1. BRONWEN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |