Some skilfull Caruer helpe me to endorse The blessed stone that hideth @3GREENHAMS@1 corse, Make me a tree whose branches withered beene, And yet the leaues and fruit are euer greene. The more the stock dyes let them flourish more, And grow more kindly greene then earst before. Set Time and Enuy gazing at the roote, Cursing their bootlesse hand, and sliding foote. Let all the Graces sit them in the shade, And pull those leaues whose beautie cannot fade. GREENHAM, if this cannot thy worth descriue, That thou once dead, thy workes are still aliue, Would I might say thy selfe could neuer die, But emulate thy works eternitie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOUR QUARTETS: BURNT NORTON by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE COMING AMERICAN by SAM WALTER FOSS SIT DOWN SAD SOUL by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER RESERVE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 5 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: APRIL by EDMUND SPENSER MUSIC OF HUNGARY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH |