Lo! How I seek and sue to have That no man hath and may be had! There is no more but sink or save, And bring this doubt to good or bad. To live in sorrows, always sad, I like not so to linger forth; Hap evil or good I shall be glad To take that comes as well in worth. Should I sustain this great distress, Still wand'ring forth thus to and fro, In dreadful hope to hold my peace, And feed myself with secret woe? Nay, nay, certain I will not so, But sure I shall myself apply To put in proof this doubt to know And rid this danger readily. I shall assay by secret suit To show the mind of mine intent, And my deserts shall give such fruit As with my heart my words be meant. So by the proof of this consent Soon, out of doubt, I shall be sure; For to rejoice or to repent, In joy or pain for to endure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES by ROBERT HERRICK THE SEA GYPSY [OR GIPSY] by RICHARD HOVEY LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN by JOHN KEATS JANUARY, 1795 by MARY DARBY ROBINSON LILIES: 2. MY SWORD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE GHOSTS' MOONSHINE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |