Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: From where thou art why should I haste me thence? Till I return, of posting is no need. O, what excuse will my poor beast then find, When swift extremity can seem but slow? Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind; In winged speed no motion shall I know: Then can no horse with my desire keep pace; Therefore desire of perfect'st love being made, Shall neigh -- no dull flesh -- in his fiery race; But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade; Since from thee going he went wilful-slow, Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE TWO ANGELS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER OF CAUTION by FRANCESCO DA BARBERINI S. BARNABAS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT S. JAMES BP. OF JERUSALEM by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A SKIER by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT |