NAY, Master Shakespeare, marriage of true minds Hath great impediment: the earth tugs hard At their impassioned clay; their being winds In aberrations, as it were but shard Of spent-out star. They move tradition-set, By pleasure and its dear delusions marred, Each drawing each aside, and both forget The pace and path their spirits' mighty sun Ordaineth, holding them in peerless debt. Nor is their mean of perfect marriage run, Till time hath somewhat loosed material tether; Then each doth find, -- for spirit life is won, -- Completest self in two right lives together. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FRIENDLY WOOD by PAUL VALERY A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS SONNET: 106 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE NEWS OF THE WORLD: 3 by GEORGE BARKER ASSASSINS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |