That we the loss might know, and thou our love, Great heaven did well, to give ill fame free wing; Which though it did but panic terror prove, And far beneath least pause of such a king, Yet give thy jealous subjects leave to doubt: Who this thy 'scape from rumour gratulate, No less than if from peril; and devout, Do beg thy care unto thy after-state. For we, that have our eyes still in our ears, Look not upon thy dangers, but our fears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DONKEY by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON TO ONE WHO ASKED by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE SPIRIT OF THE SABBATH by ISIDORE G. ASCHER EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 5. THE EXILE by ALBERTA BANCROFT ORNITHOPOLIS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO ONE IN A HOSTILE CAMP by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |