PETRARCH! I would that there might be In this thy household sanctuary No visible monument of thee: The Fount that whilom played before thee, The Roof that rose in shelter o'er thee, The low fair Hills that still adore thee, -- I would no more; thy memory Must loathe all cold reality, Thought-worship only is for thee. They say thy Tomb lies there below; What want I with the marble show? I am content, -- I will not go: For though by Poesy's high grace Thou saw'st, in thy calm resting-place, God, Love, and Nature face to face; Yet now that thou art wholly free, How can it give delight to see That sign of thy captivity? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TRIBUTE OF GRASSES by HAMLIN GARLAND TO ELIZABETH, COUNTESS OF RUTLAND by BEN JONSON A DIRGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE THROSTLE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |