O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? And what is 't but mine own when I praise thee? Even for this let us divided live, And our dear love lose name of single one, That by this separation I may give That due to thee which thou deservest alone. O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove, Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave To entertain the time with thoughts of love, Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive, And that thou teachest how to make one twain, By praising him here who doth hence remain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAPTAINS OF THE YEARS by ARTHUR RAYMOND MACDOUGALL JR. BALLAD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 84. DHU'L JADAL WA'L IKRAM by EDWIN ARNOLD CORYDON by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE THE VISION by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 3. SYSTEM by BERTON BRALEY |