@3WILLY,@1 thy Rhythms so sweetly run and rise, And answer rightly to thy tunefull Reed, That (so mought both our fleecy Cares succeed) I ween (nor is it any vaine Device) That @3COLLIN@1 dying, his Immortal Muse Into thy Learned Breast did late infuse. Thine be his Verse, not his Reward be Thine. Ah me! That after unbeseeming Care, And secret Want, which bred his last misfare, His Relicks dear obscurely tombed lien Under unwritten Stones, that who goes by Cannot once Read, @3Lo here doth COLLIN lie.@1 Not all the Shepherds of his Calender Yet (Learned Shepherds all, and seen in Song) Theire deepest Layes, and Ditties deep among, More lofty Song did ever make or leer, Then this of Thine. Sing on, thy Task shall be To follow him, while others follow Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DENIAL [OR, DENIALL] by GEORGE HERBERT MOONRISE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER THINK-ABOUTS by DAISY MAUD BELLIS A HOP AT SARATOGA by LEVI BISHOP THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 44. FAREWELL TO JULIET (6) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |