Hope, art thou true, or dost thou flatter me? Doth Stella now begin with piteous eye The ruins of her conquest to espy; Will she take time, before all wracked be? Her eyes' speech is translated thus by thee: But fail'st thou not, in phrase so heavenly-high? Look on again, the fair text better try; What blushing notes dost thou in margin see? What sighs stol'n out, or killed before full born? Hast thou found such, and such-like arguments? Or art thou else to comfort me forsworn? Well, how so thou interpret the contents, I am resolved thy error to maintain, Rather than by more truth to get more pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE NIGHT-PIECE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SANDPIPER by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER THE MORAL FABLES: THE WOLF AND THE LAMB by AESOP PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 1. ALLAH by EDWIN ARNOLD THE DROWNED HIDALGO DREAMS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 43. FAREWELL TO JULIET (5) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |