O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might, To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fame! But since your worth, wide as the ocean is, The humble as the proudest sail doth bear, My saucy bark inferior far to his On your broad main doth wilfully appear. Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat, Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride; Or being wreck'd, I am a worthless boat, He of tall building and of goodly pride: Then if he thrive and I be cast away, The worst was this; my love was my decay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTON HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE GOBLIN MARKET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MORAL FABLES: THE PROLOG by AESOP THE MORAL FABLES: THE WOLF AND THE LAMB by AESOP PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 7. AL-MAUMIN by EDWIN ARNOLD HAPPINESS THROUGH THE YEAR by J. MARGARET CRUTE ASHCRAFT |