WHAT are my sheep without their wonted food? What is my life except I gain my love? My sheep consume and faint for want of blood, My life is lost unless I grace approve: No flower that sapless thrives, No turtle without fere. The day without the sun doth lour for woe, Then woe mine eyes, unless they beauty see; My sun Samela's eyes, by whom I know Wherein delight consists, where pleasures be: Naught more the heart revives Than to embrace his dear. The stars from earthly humours gain their light, Our humours by their light possess their power; Samela's eyes, fed by my weeping sight, Infuse my pain or joys by smile or lour; So wends the source of love; It feeds, it fails, it ends. Kind looks, clear to your joy behold her eyes, Admire her heart, desire to taste her kisses; In them the heaven of joy and solace lies, Without them every hope his succour misses: O, how I love to prove Whereto this solace tends! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT CAROUSAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER OVER THE RIVER by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD SUNDAY MORNING by WALLACE STEVENS THE INTRODUCTION by AL-DHAHABI ECHOES OF SPRING: 4 by MATHILDE BLIND TO AN OLD SWEETHEART by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TULIPS by FRANCES HALLEY BROCKETT THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: TO MIGNONNE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |