NAME, thou who reignest mistress of my heart, Some deed to prove the fealty of thy knight, Some foeman, worthy of my lance, to fight, Some gift to fetch from earth's remotest mart; Or, not unskilful in the minstrel's art, If tuneful verse thy listening ear delight, Say, shall my pen from morn till eve indite Thy praise, and ceaseless song my bliss impart? If that I do be done alone by me, Exalted by thy love beyond all measure, What dare I not, what can I not for thee? But if another, tending on thy pleasure, Presume to serve, and so far favour'd be, Then fare thee well! my heart resigns its treasure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL THE DAY IS DONE by PHOEBE CARY SOULS LAKE by ROBERT STUART FITZGERALD IN THE WILDERNESS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |