PRITHEE, no more, how can Love sail? Thy providence becalms our seas: Suspensive Care binds up each gale; Fear doth the lazy current freeze. Forecast and Love, the lover swears, Remov'd as the two poles should be: But if on them must roll the spheres Of our well-tun'd felicity: If Sums and Terrars I must bring, Nor may my inventory hide, Know I am richer than the king, Who gilt Pactolus' yellow tide. For Love is our philosopher's stone; And whatsoe'er doth please thy sense, My prizing estimation Shall elevate to quintessence. Thy lips each cup to wine shall charm, As the Sun's kisses do the vine; Naked embraces keep us warm; And stript, than May thou art more fine. And when thou hast me in thy arms, (The power of Fancy's then most high) Instate me by those mighty charms In some imperial monarchy. Thus I am thy wealth, thou art mine: And what to each other we appear, If Love us two in one combine, The same then in our selves we are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POOR-HOUSE by SARA TEASDALE EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING THE FLYING DUTCHMAN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON COUNTER-ATTACK by SIEGFRIED SASSOON A SATIRE [OR, SATYR] AGAINST MANKIND by JOHN WILMOT TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MEARY'S SMILE by WILLIAM BARNES JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 1 by WILLIAM BLAKE |