Alas, so all things now do hold their peace: Heaven and earth disturbed in no thing: The beasts, the air, the birds their song do cease; The nightes car the stars about doth bring. Calm is the sea, the waves work less and less: So am not I, whom love, alas, doth wring, Bringing before my face the great increase Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing In joy and woe, as in a doubtful case. For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring, But, by and by, the cause of my disease Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting, When that I think what grief it is again To live and lack the thing should rid my pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THE FLY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE SONG [WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1732] by GEORGE LYTTELTON TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) |