A HEART of ice did here my heart inflame, Bound with loose hairs, a pris'ner I became, Here first sweet Love, tho' bitter in the end, Flatter'd with spite, with kindness did offend. But from assaults, a new defence I'm taught, And my past ills an antidote have brought; So the poor bird, that once escape has made, Returns with caution where the net is laid. With my late damp, all sparks of love expire, My feet approach, yet does my soul retire, Tho' near her presence, I can justly say, My eyes and mind tend quite another way. With her my lute could no attention find, Now will I please myself, not sing to th' wind; With laurel here, where cypress late I wore, I'll triumph more than e'er I griev'd before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 11. HAMBURG by SARA TEASDALE THE POPLAR by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE DAUGHTER OF DEBATE by ELIZABETH I SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON THE FIRST BLUEBIRD by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY WHAT BEST I SEE; TO U.S.G. RETURN'D FROM HIS WORLD'S TOUR by WALT WHITMAN |