In nature apt to like, when I did see, Beauties, which were of many carats fine, My boiling sprites did thither soon incline, And, love, I thought that I was full of thee. But finding not those restless flames in me Which others said did make their souls to pine, I thought those babes of some pin's hurt did whine, By my love judging what love's pain might be. But while I thus with this young lion played, Mine eyes (shall I say cursed or blessed?) beheld Stella: now she is named, need more be said? In her sight I a lesson new have spelled; I now have learned love right, and learned even so As who by being poisoned doth poison know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AUX ITALIENS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS by ROBERT BURNS LAST WORDS TO A DUMB FRIEND by THOMAS HARDY SLEEP AT SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MIRANDA'S SUPPER (VIRGINIA, 1866) by ELINOR WYLIE A WHITE NIGHT by MATHILDE BLIND |