BY ev'ry sweet tradition of true hearts, Graven by Time, in love with his own lore; By all old martyrdoms and antique smarts, Wherein Love died to be alive the more; Yea, by the sad impression on the shore, Left by the drown'd Leander, to endear That coast for ever, where the billow's roar Moaneth for pity in the Poet's ear; By Hero's faith, and the foreboding tear That quench'd her brand's last twinkle in its fall; By Sappho's leap, and the low rustling fear That sigh'd around her flight; I swear by all, The world shall find such pattern in my act, As if Love's great examples still were lack'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDGE BUILDER by WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE TO MY HONORED FRIEND SIR ROBERT HOWARD by JOHN DRYDEN LULLABY OF A LOVER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK THE SCHOOL GIRL by WILLIAM HENRY VENABLE |