You that with allegory's curious frame Of others' children changelings use to make, With me those pains, for God's sake, do not take; I list not dig so deep for brazen fame. When I say 'Stella', I do mean the same Princess of beauty, for whose only sake The reins of love I love, though never slake, And joy therein, though nations count it shame. I beg no subject to use eloquence, Nor in hid ways to guide philosophy. Look at my hands for no such quintessence, But know that I, in pure simplicity, Breathe out the flames which burn within my heart, Love only reading unto me this art. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW A BALLAD OF LONDON (TO H.W. MASSINGHAM) by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE EPITHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 25 by ALFRED TENNYSON A VISION OF CHILDREN by THOMAS ASHE THE ROSEBUSH AND THE TRINITY by ALFRED BARRETT IF YOU PLAY A GAME OF CHANCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |