My Arrow
Great Shakespeare and bright Keats – immortal pair
Of bards, the purest poets ever known –
The world’s bereft now that your skills have flown.
When next will genius such as yours arise
To scintillate before the wondering eyes,
And charm the ears, of Earth’s delighted throngs?.
How long must patient hearts seek one who dares
Place, next your gems, an equal offering?.
From your disciples’ massed array, can none
Ever achieve your eminence of song,
Your rare felicities of phrase?. Yet one
Should strive for heaven, though dull clay should cling!.
Therefore, my honoured mentors, I shall boldly aim
My arrow of ambition at your peerless fame!.
