'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's, Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks; The sun is spent, and now his flasks Send forth light squibs, no constant rays; The world's whole sap is sunk; The general balm th' hydroptic earth hath drunk, Whither, as to the bed's-feet, life i sshrunk, Dead and interred; yet all these seem to laugh, Compared with me, who am their epitaph. Study me then, you who shall lovers be At the next world, that is, at the next spring: For I am every dead thing, In whom love wrought new alchemy. For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness; He ruined me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not. All others, from all things, draw all that's good, Life, soul, form, spirit, whence they being have; I, by love's limbeck, am the grave Of all that's nothing. Oft a flood Have we two wept, and so Drowned the whole world, us two; oft did we grow To be two chaoses, when we did show Care to naught else; and often absences Withdrew our souls, and made us carcasses. But I am by her death (which word wrongs her) Of the first nothing but elixir grown; Were I a man, that I were one I needs must know; I should prefer, If I were any beast, Some ends, some means; yea plants, yea stones detest, And love; all, al some properties invest; If I an ordinary nothing were, As a shadow, a light and body must be here. But I am none; nor will my Sun renew. You lovers, for whose sake the lesser sun At this time to the Goat [Capricorn] is run To fetch new lust, and give it to you, Enjoy your summer all; Since she enjoys her long night's festival, Let me prepare towards her, and let me call This hour her Virgil, and her Eve, since this Both the year's, and the day's deep midnight is. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: DANTE (2) by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EARLY DEATH AND FAME by MATTHEW ARNOLD ON PLOUGHING by EVELYN D. BANGAY PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ONCE WE PLAYED by MATHILDE BLIND |