TURN I my looks unto the skies, Love with his arrows wounds mine eyes: If so I look upon the ground, Love then in every flower is found: Search I the shade to fly my pain, He meets me in the shades again: Want I to walk in secret grove, E'en there I meet with sacred love: If so I bathe me in the sacred spring, E'en on the brink I hear him sing: If so I meditate alone, He will be partner of my moan: If so I mourn, he weeps with me, And where I am, there will he be. When as I talk of Rosalind, The god from coyness waxeth kind: And seems in selfsame flames to fry, Because he loves as well as I: Sweet Rosalind, for pity, rue: For why? than love I am more true: He, if he speed, will quickly fly: But in thy love I live and die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER TWILIGHT by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE SONNET: 31 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE WIND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE FOUNTAIN by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II RHAPSODY by MARTIN DONISTHORPE ARMSTRONG THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE DEATH OF HUSKISSON by T. BAKER ON RETURN FROM THE SHORE by HELEN IFFLA BAY STEEL OR GOLD?; THE QUESTION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 51. FAREWELL TO JULIET (13) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |