One day as I unwarily did gaze On those fayre eyes, my loves immortall light, The whiles my stonisht hart stood in amaze, Through sweet illusion of her lookes delight, I mote perceive how, in her glauncing sight, Legions of loves with little wings did fly, Darting their deadly arrowes, fyry bright, At every rash beholder passing by. One of those archers closely I did spy, Ayming his arrow at my very hart: When suddenly, with twincle of her eye, The damzell broke his misintended dart. Had she not so doon, sure I had bene slayne; Yet as it was, I hardly scap't with paine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MILITARY MIND by CHARLIE SMITH DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER [SEPTEMBER 1, 1862] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER ASPATIA'S SONG, FR. THE MAID'S TRAEGDY by JOHN FLETCHER UNDER THE WATERFALL by THOMAS HARDY AN ESSAY ON MAN by ALEXANDER POPE SONNET: 148 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TWELVE ARTICLES by JONATHAN SWIFT ON THOSE THAT HATED 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD' by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |