Tribute To Andrew Marvell
Gone almost half a millennium ago,
Here comes one of your kind;
A mind ever ridden by the chariots of Muse
And who rest never can find
Until he ceases to refuse
And empties the weight of pen.
Your great grandchildren still love your art
And so dear you shall forever remain in my heart,
Each day I read your eloquent verse
When low moments I want to pass.
' To His coy Mistress' methinks was your best
written under Muse's forceful behest,
For no mortal can such a nugget craft,
Unless they intoxicate the throes of superior art.
If I were the Giver of breath to the fallen,
Andrew, I would resurrect your noble soul;
But your shall remain forever stolen
By the quiet and bliss of the tomb,
Perhaps till the congregation of the chosen few
Who include repentant gurus of letters like you.
Now two things we share in common,
That were to me recently known:
That your father was a honored clergyman,
And mine a revered reverend who served his turn;
The second thing we both love the beauty
And the dazzling splendor of art's alacrity.
Now, rest in peace and in undisturbed bliss
And let your offspring's rhyme your spirit please!
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