Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, Ravish'd a world beyond the farthest thought, And knowing more than ever hath been taught, That I am only starv'd in my desire. Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, Aiming at things exceeding all perfection, To Wisdom's self to minister correction, That I am only starv'd in my desire. Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, Though my conceit I further seem to bend Than possibly invention can extend, And yet am only starv'd in my desire. If thou wilt wonder, here's the wonder, Love: That this to me doth yet no wonder prove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE POET VISITS ANOTHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE COUNTRY FAITH by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE VAQUERO by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SUMMER DAWN by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) COBWEBS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MNEMOSYNE by TRUMBULL STICKNEY IN NOVEMBER by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH PSALM 1. THE RIGHTEOUS AND THE WICKED CONTRASTED by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |