IN fancy, always, at thy desk, thrown wide, Thy most betreasured books ranged neighborly -- The rarest rhymes of every land and sea And curious tongue -- thine old face glorified, -- Thou haltest thy glib quill, and, laughing-eyed, Givest hale welcome even unto me, Profaning thus thine attic's sanctity, Briefly to visit, yet to still abide Enthralled there of thy sorcery of wit And thy songs' most exceeding dear conceits. O lips, cleft to the ripe core of all sweets, With poems, like nectar, issuing therefrom, Thy gentle utterances do overcome My listening heart and all the love of it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUSE'S PETITION TO DOCTOR PRIESTLY FOUND IN THE TRAP .. by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD EIGHT O'CLOCK by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH THE LAST SUPPER by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE FEMALE GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG |