REPROACH me not because the many chide, Calling me prouder than an Emperor's son, For so the shepherds called Endymion, When he had won the mateless moon to bride. Proud?—Oh, a monarch must forget his pride, On whom the light of such a love hath shone, Showing him worth but dim oblivion, A mortal set at an Immortal's side. Rather one face, one hour, one master-thought Stamped on the body and soul of him he bore, And the world's business like a distant roar To that tense mind his slackened senses brought. And men he scorned not, save as the unborn Or the forgetful dead sleeping appear to scorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE; A FRAGMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE EAGLE OF THE BLUE by HERMAN MELVILLE KEEPERS OF THE SUN by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH SHIPS AT SUNSET by STANLEY E. BABB |