1822 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Henry Kirke White

Chauncy Hare Townshend, "To the Memory of Henry Kirke White" The Sun (2 December 1822).



Though as the dews of morning short thy date,
Though sorrow look'd on thee, and said "Be mine!"
Yet with a holy ardour, Bard divine,
I burn — I burn to share thy glorious fate,
Above whate'er of honours, or estate,
This transient world can give. I would resign,
With rapture Fortune's choicest gifts for thine,
More truly noble, more sublimely great.
For thou hast gain'd the prize of well-tried worth,
That prize, which from thee never can be riven;
Thine, Henry, is a deathless name on earth,
Thine, amaranthine wreaths, new pluck'd in Heaven!
By what aspiring child, of mortal birth,
Could more be ask'd? To whom might more be given?