1. I Thought, I'le swear, I could have lov'd no more Then I had done before; But you as easily might account 'Till to the topp of numbers you amount, As cast up my Love's score. Ten thousand millions was the summe; Millions of endlesse Millions are to come. 2. I'm sure her Beauties cannot greater grow; Why should my Love do so? A reall cause at first did move; But mine own Fancy now drives on my Love, With shadowes from it self that flow. My Love, as we in Numbers see, By Cyphers is encreast eternally. 3. So the new-made, and untride Sphears above, Took their first turne from th' Hand of Jove; But are since that beginning found By their own Formes to move for ever round. All violent Motions short do prove, But by the length 'tis plain to see That Loves's a Motion Naturall to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLIND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO YOUTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PAUL REVERE'S RIDE [APRIL 1775] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WHO WALKS WITH BEAUTY by DAVID MORTON THE WIDOW'S LAMENT IN SPRINGTIME by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS INSTRUCTIONS, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN PARIS, FOR THE MOB IN ENGLAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK JIM'S WHISTLE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |