Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 28, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: So quick, so hot, so mad is thy fond suit Last Line: But never, as you dream, in bed, or grave. Subject(s): Love – Absence Of | ||||||||
SO quick, so hot, so mad is thy fond suit, So rude, so tedious grown, in urging me, That fain I would, with loss, make thy tongue mute, And yield some little grace to quiet thee: An hour with thee I care not to converse, For I would not be counted too perverse. But roofs too hot would prove for me all fire; And hills too high for my unused pace; The grove is charged with thorns and the bold briar; Grey snakes the meadows shroud in every place: A yellow frog, alas, will fright me so, As I should start and tremble as I go. Since then I can on earth no fit room find, In heaven I am resolved with you to meet: Till then, for hope's sweet sake, rest your tired mind And not so much as see me in the street: A heavenly meeting one day we shall have, But never, as you dream, in bed, or grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS FALL IN MY HEART by PAUL VERLAINE A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12. A RENUNCIATION by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 2 by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 19. THE FAIRY QUEEN PROSERPINA by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3. AMARYLLIS by THOMAS CAMPION |
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