Long have I long'd to see my Love againe, Still have I wisht, but never could obtaine it; Rather than all the world (if I might gaine it) Would I desire my loves sweet precious gaine. Yet in my soule I see him everie day, See him, and see his still sterne countenaunce, But (ah) what is of long continuance, Where Maiestie and Beautie beares the sway? Sometimes, when I imagine that I see him, (As love is full of foolish fantasies) Weening to kisse his lips, as my loves fee's, I feele but Aire: nothing but Aire to bee him. Thus with Ixion, kisse I clouds in vaine: Thus with Ixion, feele I endles paine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A FLY DRINKING FROM HIS CUP by WILLIAM OLDYS TO - (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BURIAL AT SEA by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN THE BUILDER AND HIS TOOLS by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE THE PURGATORY OF SUICIDES: BOOK 7, STANZA 9 by THOMAS COOPER EPISTLE TO SIR CLIFFORD CLIFTON, THEN SITTING IN PARLIAMENT by CHARLES COTTON |