Sitting alone, Love bids me go and write; Reason plucks back, commanding me to stay, Boasting that she doth still direct the way, Or else Love were unable to endite. Love, growing angry, vexed at the spleen And scorning Reason's maimed argument, Straight taxeth Reason, wanting to invent, Where she with Love conversing hath not been. Reason, reproached with this coy disdain, Despiteth Love, and laugheth at her folly; And Love, condemning Reason's reason wholly, Thought it in weight too light by many'a grain. Reason, put back, doth out of sight remove, And Love alone picks reason out of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER ILICET by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AFTER SUNSET by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM FIRST LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE RWOSE IN THE DARK by WILLIAM BARNES EXODUS 15. SONG OF ISRAEL FOR THE OVERTHROW OF EGYPT IN THE RED SEA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |