Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, no light, no hopefulness, no mirth, Pleasure nor purpose, when thou art not nigh. Thy absence exiles sunshine from the sky, Seres Spring's maturity, checks Summer's birth, Leaves linnet's pipe as sad as plover's cry, And makes me in abundance find but dearth. But when thy feet flutter the dark, and thou With orient eyes dawnest on my distress, Suddenly sings a bird on every bough, The heavens expand, the earth grows less and less, The ground is buoyant as the air, I vow, And all looks lovely in thy loveliness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by JOHN MILTON LITTLE GOLDENHAIR by F. BURGE SMITH LONG DELAYED by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM LESBIA'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THYRISIS HIS INCONSTANCY; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: BRIDAL SONG AND DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE FAIREST HE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 22 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |