Stella, since thou so right a princess art Of all the powers which life bestows on me, That ere by them aught undertaken be They first resort unto that sovereign part; Sweet, for a while give respite to my heart, Which pants as though it still should leap to thee; And on my thoughts give thy lieutenancy To this great cause, which needs both use and art; And as a queen, who from her presence sends Whom she employs, dismiss from thee my wit, Till it have wrought what thy own will attends. On servants' shame oft master's blame doth sit; O, let not fools in me thy works reprove, And scorning say, 'See, what it is to love!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A BABY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE AKOND [OR, AKHOND] OF SWAT by EDWARD LEAR ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 83 by PHILIP SIDNEY THERE WAS A BOY (VERSION 1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A SPRING CAROL by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD: AGLAIA. A PASTORAL by NICHOLAS BRETON |