Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, <br />And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, <br />Tempers her words to trampling horses' feet <br />More oft than to a chamber-melody,-- <br />Now blessed you bear onward blessèd me <br />To her, where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet; <br />My Muse and I must you of duty greet <br />With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully; <br />Be you still fair, honour'd by public heed; <br />By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot; <br />Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed; <br />And that you know I envy you no lot <br />Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, <br />Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss!<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-highway/
