DEAR Fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse, To You presenting these memorial Lays, Can hope the general eye thereon would gaze, As on a mirror that gives back the hues Of living Nature; no -- though free to choose The greenest bowers, the most inviting ways, The fairest landscapes and the brightest days -- Her skill she tried with less ambitious views. For You she wrought: Ye only can supply The life, the truth, the beauty: she confides In that enjoyment which with You abides, Trusts to your love and vivid memory; Thus far contented, that for You her verse Shall lack not power the "meeting soul to pierce!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 3 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE DAIRYMAIDS TO PAN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY GRIEVE NOT, LADIES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH IN THE FOREST by MAURICE BUCHOR THE COMING OF THE WORDS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON HINTS FROM HORACE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |