Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world, Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn? Whose is the warm and partial praise, Virtue's most sweet reward? Beneath whose looks did my reviving soul Riper in truth and virtuous daring grow? Whose eyes have I gazed fondly on, And loved mankind the more? Harriet! on thine: - thou wert my purer mind; Thou wert the inspiration of my song; Thine are these early wilding flowers, Though garlanded by me. Then press into thy breast this pledge of love; And know, through time may change and years may roll, Each floweret gathered in my heart It consecrates to thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR. CHARLETON by JOHN DRYDEN MENAPHON: DORON'S JIG by ROBERT GREENE THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM FROM THE ANTIQUE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MY HAPPINESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 25. 'SOMETHING WAS WANTING' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |