(Sir Edward Dyer, Author of @3My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is@1.) (1550-1607) I like it well to turn aside From names that time can never blot To those the world hear, dignified With word of praise, and then forgot. One poem, forty lines or ten, Should rank the singer as a sage. Why smile? Slow-moving though the pen He lived a life and left a page. Ask but his name and date; the rest Irradiant through his poem shines -- His life, or long or short, compressed Within a half a hundred lines. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE PLOUGHER [OR PLOWER] by PADRAIC COLUM NEGRO by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES SIXTY-EIGHTH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A REQUIEM FOR SOLDIERS LOST IN OCEAN TRANSPORTS by HERMAN MELVILLE THE WATERFALL by HENRY VAUGHAN |