COME again, sweet love doth now invite Thy graces that refrain To do me due delight, To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die With thee again, in sweetest sympathy. Come again, that I may cease to mourn, Through thy unkind disdain, For now, left and forlorn, I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die, In deadly pain, and endless misery. All the day, the sun that lends me shine, By frowns doth cause me pine, And feeds me with delay: Her smiles, my springs that make my joys to grow, Her frowns, the winters of my woe. All the night, my sleeps are full of dreams, My eyes are full of streams, My heart takes no delight To see the fruits and joys that some do find, And mark, the storms are me assigned. Out alas! my faith is ever true, Yet will she never rue, Nor yield me any grace, Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made, Whom tears nor truth may once invade. Gentle love, draw forth thy wounding dart, Thou canst not pierce her heart: For I, that do approve By sighs and tears, (more hot than are thy shafts) Do attempt, while she, for triumphs laughs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PICCADILLY CIRCUS AT NIGHT: STREETWALKERS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE CROWING OF THE RED COCK by EMMA LAZARUS THE IMPROVISATORE: LEOPOLD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE UNKNOWN DEAD by LEVI BISHOP ROMAN ANEMONES by MATHILDE BLIND TO A WREATH OF SNOW by EMILY JANE BRONTE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE BODY AND THE BOOK by EDWARD CARPENTER |