1. TYr'd with the rough denialls of my prayer, From that hard she whom I obey, I come in and find a Nymph, much gentler here, That gives consent to all I say. Ah gentle Nymph who lik'st so well, In hollow, solitary Caves to dwell; Her Heart being such, into it go, And do but once from thence answer me so. 2. Complaisant Nymph, why dost thus kindly share In griefs, whose cause thou dost not know! Hadst thou but Eyes, as well as Tongue and Eare, How much compassion wouldst thou show! Thy flame, whilst living, or a flower, Was of less beauty, and less ravishing power; Alas, I might as easilie, Paint thee to her, as describe Her to Thee. 3. By repercussion Beams engender Fire, Shapes by reflexion shapes beget: The voice it selfe, when stopt, does back retire, And a new voice is made by it. Thus things by opposition The gainers grow; my barren Love alone, Does from her stony breast rebound, Producing neither Image, Fire nor Sound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KIND MOON by SARA TEASDALE SOMETIMES WITH ONE I LOVE by WALT WHITMAN THE DOVE by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE YOUTH AND CALM by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE SPINNER by CLARA DOTY BATES THE GLORIOUS GIFT OF GOD by BENJAMIN BEDDOME THE ICONOCLAST by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |