Stand still, and I will read to thee A Lecture, Love, in loves philosophy. These three houres that we have spent, Walking here, two shadowes went Along with us, which we our selves produc'd; But, now the Sunne is just above our head, We doe those shadowes tread; And to brave clearenesse all things are reduc'd. So whilst our infant loves did grow, Disguises did, and shadowes, flow From us, and our care; but, now 'tis not so. That love hath not attain'd the high'st degree, Which is still diligent lest others see. Except our loves at this noone stay, We shall new shadowes make the other way. As the first were made to blinde Others; these which come behinde Will worke upon our selves, and blind our eyes. If our loves faint, and westwardly decline; To me thou, falsly, thine, And I to thee mine actions shall disguise. The morning shadowes weare away, But these grow longer all the day, But oh, loves day is short, if love decay. Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noone, is night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RELIGION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE PROSPECTOR by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT HYMN ON SOLITUDE by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) MARE LIBERUM by HENRY VAN DYKE THE LAUGHING WOMAN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |