1. I've follow'd thee a year at least, And never stopt my selfe to rest. But yet can thee o'retake no more, Then this Day can the Day that went before. 2. In this our fortunes equall prove To Starres, which govern them above; Our Starres that move for ever round, With the same Distance still betwixt them found. 3. In vain, alas, in vain I strive The wheele of Fate faster to drive; Since if a round swiftlier it flye, She in it mends her pace as much as I. 4. Hearts by Love strangely shufled are, That there can never meet a Pare! Tamelier then Wormes are Lovers slaine; The wounded Heart ne're turnes to wound again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH YOU ARE COMING by SARA TEASDALE AUTUMN LEAVES by PEARL B. BLOSS RETURN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CHORIAMBICS: 1 by RUPERT BROOKE DOVER TO MUNICH by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE CHOPPER'S CHILD; A STORY FOR THANKSGIVING DAY by ALICE CARY |