Loving one first because she could love no body, afterwards loving her with desire. WHat new-found Witchcraft was in thee, With thine own Cold to kindle Mee? Strange art! like him that should devise To make a Burning-Glasse of Ice; When Winter, so, the Plants would harme, Her snow it selfe does keep them warme; Fool that I was! who having found A rich and Sunny Diamond, Admir'd the hardnesse of the Stone, But not the light with which it shone: Your brave and haughty scorn of all Was stately, and Monarchicall. All Gentlenesse, with that esteem'd, A dull and slavish vertue seem'd; Should you have yielded then to me, You had lost what most I lov'd in thee; For who would serve one, whom he sees That he can Conquer if he please? It far'd with me, as if a slave In Triumph led, that does perceive With what a gay Majestick pride His Conqueror through the streets does ride, Should be contented with his woe, Which makes up such a comely show. I sought not from thee a returne, But without Hopes or Fears did burn; My covetous Passion did approve The Hoording up, not Use of Love. My Love a kind of Dream was grown, A Foolish, but a Pleasant one: From which I'me wakened now, but, oh, Prisoners to dy are wakened so. For now my Fires and Wishes are Nothing, but Longings with Despair. Despair, whose Torments no men sure But Lovers and the Damn'd, endure. Her scorn I doted once upon, Ill Object for Affection, But since, alas, too much 'tis prov'd, That yet 'twas something that I lov'd; Now my desires are worse, and flee, At any Impossibility: Desires, which whilst so high they soare, Are proud as that I lov'd before. What Lover can like me complain, Who first lov'd vainly, next in vaine? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE'D BE NOTHING BUT HIS VIOLIN by MARY KYLE DALLAS HOLY SONNET: SATIRE 3. ON RELIGION by JOHN DONNE A SPINNING SONG by JOHN FRANCIS O'DONNELL CHRISTMAS AT SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EYES AND LIPS by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |