No more shall I, since I am driven hence, Devote to thee my graines of Frankinsence: No more shall I from mantle-trees hang downe, To honour thee, my little Parsly crown: No more shall I (I feare me) to thee bring My chives of Garlick for an offering: No more shall I, from henceforth, heare a quire Of merry Crickets by my Country fire, Go where I will, thou luckie Larr stay here, Warme by a glit'ring chimnie all the yeare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRIST IN THE UNIVERSE by ALICE MEYNELL A CRADLE SONG OF THE NIGHT WIND by WILLIS BOYD ALLEN THE SINGERS OF DELLA ROBBIA by ALFRED BARRETT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 10 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH ETERNAL BEAUTY by GRACE EVELYN BROWN TO A LADY, ON BEING ASKED MY REASON FOR QUITTING ENGLAND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION |