And then the spring of my unstain'd affection, With roses drest, and lilies sweetly grew, Whose ruddy look gave it a fair complexion, Till frowning Winter gave't another hue. But stay, thou know'st already why I sing, And why my heavy verse so gently move thee, For that alone I did these sonnets bring, That by these plaints thou may'st perceive I love thee: For out of nothing, nothing can be brought, And that which is, can ne'er be turn'd to nought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIME THE HANGMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MONUMENT MOUNTAIN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A PRELUDE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH JIM DALLEY by ALEXANDER ANDERSON MEARY WEDDED by WILLIAM BARNES PSALM 23. THE SHEPHERD'S PSALM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WARNING TO TROOPS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 25 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |