Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, QUATRAIN, by SIDNEY GODOLPHIN


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First Line: No more unto my thoughts appear
Last Line: Too weak to be your shrine.


No more unto my thoughts appear,
At least appear less fair,
For crazy tempers justly fear
The goodness of the air;
Whilst your pure Image hath a place
In my impurer Mind,
Your very shadow is the glass
Where my defects I find.
Shall I not fly that brighter light
Which makes my fires look pale,
And put that vertue out of sight
Which makes mine none at all?
No, no, your picture doeth impart
Such value I not wish
The native worth to any heart
That 's unadorn'd with this.
Though poorer in desert I make
My self whilst I admire,
The fuel which from hope I take
I give to my desire.
If this flame lighted from your Eyes
The subject do calcine,
A Heart may be your sacrifice
Too weak to be your shrine.







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