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...BETH GELERT; OR, THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER THE SUN'S TRAVELS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IDYLL 11. THE CYCLOPS by THEOCRITUS SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONNET by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) RHENISH AUTUMN; TO TOUSSAINT LUCA by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |