So, Lady Flora, take my lay, And if you find a meaning there, O, whisper to your glass, and say, "What wonder if he thinks me fair?" What wonder I was all unwise, To shape the song for your delight Like the long-tail'd birds of Paradise That float thro' heaven, and cannot light? Or old-world trains, upheld at court By Cupid-boys of blooming hue - But take it - earnest wed with sport, And either sacred unto you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE POOR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WINTER NIGHT by CH'IEN WEN OF LIANG THE MAYFLOWERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER FESSEDEN'S GARDEN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE IMPROVISATORE: LEOPOLD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 5 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING COCK UP YOUR BEAVER by ROBERT BURNS |