Like some weak lords, neighboured by mighty kings, To keep themselves and their chief cities free, Do easily yield, that all their coasts may be Ready to store their camps of needful things: So Stella's heart, finding what power love brings, To keep itself in life and liberty, Doth willing grant, that in the frontiers he Use all to help his other conquerings. And thus her heart escapes; but thus her eyes Serve him with shot, her lips his heralds are, Her breasts his tents, legs his triumphal car, Her flesh his food, her skin his armour brave; And I, but for because my prospect lies Upon that coast, am giv'n up for a slave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE BALLADE OF BROKEN FLUTES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON NIGHT WATCHERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A CUCKOO SONG by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |