THAT century to century may tell The perfect love Ronsard once bore to you, How he was reason-reft for love of you And thought it freedom in your chains to dwell; That age on age posterity full well May know my veins were filled with beauty of you And that my heart's one wish was only you, I bring for gift to you this immortelle. Long will it live in freshness of its prime. And you shall live, through me, long after death -- So can the well-skilled lover conquer Time, Who loving you all virtue followeth. Like Laura, you shall live the cynosure Of earth, so long as pens and books endure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE SMOKE by WILLIAM EDWARD BURGHARDT DU BOIS UNDER THE VIOLETS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES WINTER HEAVENS by GEORGE MEREDITH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 28. AS-BAZIR by EDWIN ARNOLD A SIMPLE STORY, FR. MY SOUVENIRS by JACQUES BOE |