Unhappy pen and ill-accepted papers, That intimate in vain my chaste desires -- My chaste desires, the ever-burning tapers, Enkindled by her eyes' celestial fires -- Celestial fires and unrespecting powers, That deign not view the glory of your might In humble lines, the work of careful hours, The sacrifice I offer to her sight. But sith she scorns her own, this rests for me: I'll moan myself, and hide the wrong I have, And so content me that her frowns should be To my'infant style the cradle and the grave. What though myself no honor get thereby, Each bird sings to herself, and so will I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DORA WILLIAMS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH ODE TO THE JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERSITY by SIDNEY LANIER SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR |