Finding those beams, which I must ever love, To mar my mind, and with my hurt to please, I deemed it best some absence for to prove, If further place might further me to ease. Mine eyes thence drawn, where lived all their light, Blinded forthwith in dark despair did lie, Like to the mole, with want of guiding sight Deep plunged in earth, deprived of the sky. In absence blind, and wearied with that woe, To greater woes by presence I return, Even as the fly which to the flame doth go, Pleased with the light that his small corse doth burn. Fair choice I have, either to live or die A blinded mole, or else a burned fly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARIPOSA LILY by INA DONNA COOLBRITH SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 2 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY DAWN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS LOVE IN EXILE: L'ENVOI by MATHILDE BLIND THE DAIMYO'S POND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE TREE BUDS by KATE LOUISE BROWN OBERAMMERGAU, 1890 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 14. GOOD WIFE by THOMAS CAMPION BALLAD TO THE TUNE - 'I WOULD GIVE TWENTY POUND' by PATRICK CAREY |