Stella, the only planet of my light, Light of my life, and life of my desire, Chief good whereto my hope doth only aspire, World of my wealth, and heaven of my delight; Why dost thou spend the treasures of thy sprite With voice more fit to wed Amphion's lyre, Seeking to quench in me the noble fire Fed by thy worth, and kindled by thy sight? And all in vain, for while thy breath most sweet With choicest words, thy words with reasons rare, Thy reasons firmly set on virtue's feet, Labour to kill in me this killing care: O think I then, what paradise of joy It is, so fair a virtue to enjoy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON A TREE FALLEN ACROSS THE ROAD (TO HEAR US TALK) by ROBERT FROST TO CERTAIN POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK; 1658 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LAST AND WORST by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON MAIDEN'S CHOICE by CAROLYN M. BARBER SPRING PLOWING by RUTH E. BILLEY A DIALOGUE ABOUT COMPELLING A PERSON TO TAKE OATHS TO THE GOVERNMENT by JOHN BYROM |