So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found; Now proud as an enjoyer and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure, Now counting best to be with you alone, Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure; Sometime all full with feasting on your sight And by and by clean starved for a look; Possessing or pursuing no delight, Save what is had or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GO DOWN DEATH; A FUNERAL SERMON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON LAYING THE CORNER-STONE OF THE BUNKER HILL MOMUMENT by JOHN PIERPONT UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING SONNET ON CATHERINE WORDSWORTH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I GREET THEE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TO HIS MISTRESS; AN ODE by ANACREON |