The long love that in my thought doth harbor, And in mine heart doth keep his residence, Into my face presseth with bold pretense, And therein campeth, spreading his banner. She that me learneth to love and suffer, And wills that my trust and lust's negligence Be reined by reason, shame, and reverence, With his hardiness taketh displeasure. Wherewithal unto the heart's forest he fleeth, Leaving his enterprise with pain and cry; And there him hideth, and not appeareth. What may I do when my master feareth But in the field with him to live and die? For good is the life ending faithfully. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEIL'S AWA WI' TH' EXCISEMAN by ROBERT BURNS TO A MOUSE, ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH by ROBERT BURNS THE RETIRED CAT by WILLIAM COWPER THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY RUNNING THE BATTERIES by HERMAN MELVILLE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 7 by EZRA POUND SONNET: 151 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |