Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance Came to its precious and most perfect flower, Whether you tourneyed with victorious lance Or brought sweet roundelays to Stella's bower, I give myself some credit for the way I have kept clean of what enslaves and lowers, Shunned the ideals of our present day And studied those that were esteemed in yours; For, turning from the mob that buys Success By sacrificing all Life's better part, Down the free roads of human happiness I frolicked, poor of purse but light of heart, And lived in strict devotion all along To my three idols -- Love and Arms and Song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD by SAM WALTER FOSS FABLES: 1ST SER. 5. THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM by JOHN GAY ODE [ON THE POETS] by JOHN KEATS TO HELEN (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE NORTHERN EARTH MOOD by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |