Driven by desire to set affection A great way, alas, above my degree, Chosen I am, I think by election, To covet that thing that will not be. I serve in love, not like to speed. I look, alas, a little too high. Against my will I do indeed Covet that thing that will not be. My fancy, alas, doth me so blind That I can see no remedy But still to follow my foolish mind And covet that thing that will not be. I hoped well when I began. And since the proof is contrary, Why should I any longer then Covet that thing that will not be But rather to leave now at the last Than still to follow fantasy, Content with the pain that is past And not covet that thing that will not be? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ROBIN REDBREAST by MOTHER GOOSE TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 74 by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 1 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY THE EUMENIDES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS |