REASON, that long in prison of my will Hast wept thy mistress' wants and loss of time, Thy wonted siege of honour safely climb; To thee I yield as guilty of mine ill. Lo, fetter'd in their tears, mine eyes are prest To pay due homage to their native guide: My wretched heart, wounded with bad betide, To crave his peace from reason is addrest. My thoughts asham'd, since by themselves consum'd, Have done their duty to repentant wit: Asham'd of all, sweet guide, I sorry sit, To see in youth how I too far presum'd. Thus he whom love and error did betray, Subscribes to thee, and takes the better way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HOW WE BURNED THE 'PHILADELPHIA' by BARRETT EASTMAN THE WIND AND THE MOON by GEORGE MACDONALD MAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AMBITION AND CONTENT; A FABLE by MARK AKENSIDE NEVERNESS, OR THE ONE SHIP BEACHED ON ONE FAR DISTANT SHORE by MARGARET AVISON |