To seek each where, where man doth live, The sea, the land, the rock, the clive, France, Spain, and Ind and everywhere Is none a greater gift to give Less set by oft and is so lief and dear, Dare I well say, than that I give to year. I cannot give brooches nor rings, These goldsmith's work and goodly things, Piery nor pearl orient and clear; But for all that is no man brings Liefer jewel unto his lady dear, Dare I well say than that I give to year. Nor I seek not to fetch it far, Worse is it not though it be narr, And as it is doth appear Uncounterfeit, mistrust to bar, Left whole and pure, withouten peer, Dare I well say the gift I give to year. To thee, therefore, the same retain; The like of thee to have again France would I give if mine it were. Is none alive in whom doth reign Lesser disdain. Freely, therefore, lo here Dare I well give, I say, my heart to year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHTINGALE; A CONVERSATION POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FOR DECORATION DAY: 1898-1899 by RUPERT HUGHES ITALIAN MUSIC IN DAKOTA (THE SEVENTEENTH - THE FINEST REGIMENTAL BAND) by WALT WHITMAN THE NEW SIRENS: A PALINODE by MATTHEW ARNOLD A SHEPHERD'S DREAM by NICHOLAS BRETON THE LILY-POOL AND THE COW by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN FRA GIACOMO by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |