Unstable dream, according to the place, Be steadfast once; or else at least be true; By tasted sweetness make me not to rue The sudden loss of thy false feigned grace. By good respect in such a dangerous case Thou broughtest not her into this tossing mew, But madest my sprite live my care to renew, My body in tempest her succor to embrace. The body dead, the sprite had his desire; Painless was th' one, th' other in delight. Why then, alas, did it not keep it right, Returning to leap into the fire, And where it was at wish it could not remain? Such mocks of dreams they turn to deadly pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADED WATER by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS LAUS VENERIS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE ETERNAL GOODNESS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ON LYNN TERRACE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE PASSING BELL by GORDON BOTTOMLEY HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 5. OLIVER GOLDSMITH by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER A SOLILOQUY ON READING THE 5TH AND 8TH VERSES OF THE 37TH PSALM by JOHN BYROM |