AWAKE, sweet Love, thou art returned, My heart which long in absence mourned, Lives now in perfect joy: Let love which never absent dies, Now live for ever in her eyes, Whence came my first annoy. Only herself hath seemed fair, She only I could love, She only drove me to despair, When she unkind did prove. Despair did make me wish to die, That I my griefs might end, She only which did make me fly, My state may now amend. If she esteem thee now aught worth, She will not grieve thy love, henceforth. Which so despair hath proved: Despair hath provèd now in me, That love will not inconstant be, Though long in vain I loved. If she at last reward thy love, And all thy harms repair, Thy happiness will sweeter prove, Raised up from deep despair. And if that now thou welcome be, When thou with her dost meet, She all this while but played with thee, To make thy joys more sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD FETES GALANTES: PANYOMIME by PAUL VERLAINE HIS MOTHER'S SERVICE TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON HERITAGE by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER TO ONE IN BEDLAM by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON |