As an unperfect actor on the stage Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart. So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite, And in mine own love's strength seem to decay, O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might. O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more express'd. O, learn to read what silent love hath writ: To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN: DEDICATION [OR, INVOCATION] by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by ROBERT FROST SONNET: 97 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY NIOBE: THE GODS' CHILDREN by AESCHYLUS THE FAKENHAM GHOST by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD TAKE YOUR CHOICE: AND PERHAPS GELETT BURGESS by BERTON BRALEY |