Kindly I envy thy songs perfection Built of all th'elements as our bodyes are: That Litle of earth that is in it, is a faire Delicious garden where all sweetes are sowne. In it is cherishing fyer which dryes in mee Griefe which did drowne me: and halfe quench'd by it Are satirique fyres which urg'd me to have writt In skorne of all: for now I admyre thee. And as Ayre doth fullfill the hollownes Of rotten walls; so it myne emptines, Where tost and mov'd it did beget this sound Which as a lame Eccho of thyne doth rebound. Oh, I was dead; but since thy song new Life did give, I recreated, even by thy creature, live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RYTON FIRS by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST EPITAPH ON THOMAS CLERE, SURREY'S FAITHFUL FRIEND AND FOLLOWER by HENRY HOWARD SONNET: 57 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ENIGMA. TO THE LADIES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |