Caelica, I overnight was finely used, Lodged in the midst of paradise, your heart: Kind thoughts had charge I might not be refused, Of every fruit and flower I had part. But curious knowledge, blown with busy flame, The sweetest fruits had down in shadows hidden, And for it found mine eyes had seen the same, I from my paradise was straight forbidden. Where that cur, Rumour, runs in every place, Barking with Care, begotten out of Fear; And glassy Honour, tender of Disgrace, Stands Seraphin to see I come not there; While that fine soil, which all these joys did yield, By broken fence is proved a common field. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERSA by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS by THOMAS MOORE SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: SPRING by THOMAS NASHE FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE VALLEY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |