'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise, because 'tis light? Did we lie downe, because 'twas night? Love which in spight of darkness brought us hether, Should in despight of light keepe us together. Light hath no tongue, but is all eye; If it could speake as well as spie, This were the worst, that it could say, That being well, I faine would stay, And that I lov'd my heart and honor so, That I would not from him, that had them, goe. Must businesse thee from hence remove? Oh, that's the worst disease of love, The poore, the foule, the false, love can Admit, but not the busied man. He which hath businesse, and makes love, doth doe Such wrong, as when a maryed man doth wooe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE CONTENT; WRITTEN OFF ITHACA by ALFRED AUSTIN CHARACTERS: SARAH RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: COUNTENANCE FOREBODING EVIL by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AN EASTER HYMN by THOMAS BLACKBURN |