My thoughts are winged with hopes, my hopes with love. Mount, love, unto the moon in clearest night, And say, as she doth in the heavens move, In earth so wanes and waxeth my delight. And whisper this but softly in her ears: Hope oft doth hang the head, and Trust shed tears. And you, my thoughts, that some mistrust do carry, If for mistrust my mistress do you blame, Say, though you alter, yet you do not vary, As she doth change and yet remain the same. Distrust doth enter hearts but not infect, And love is sweetest seasoned with suspect. If she for this with clouds do mask her eyes, And make the heavens dark with her disdain, With windy sighs disperse them in the skies, Or with thy tears dissolve them into rain, Thoughts, hopes, and love return to me no more Till Cynthia shine as she hath done before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DORA VERSUS ROSE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON SYSTEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONNET TO THE MOON by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS THE FLAT-HUNTER'S WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CAMP-MEETING SUNDAY AT OCEAN GROVE by ETHEL LYNN BEERS WRETTEN BY ME ON THE DEATH OF MY CHILD ROBERT PAYLER by MARY CAREY ODE TO APOLLO; ON AN INK-GLASS ALMOST DRIED IN THE SUN by WILLIAM COWPER |