So oft as homeward I from her depart, I go lyke one that, having lost the field, Is prisoner led away with heavy hart, Despoyld of warlike armes and knowen shield. So doe I now my selfe a prisoner yeeld To sorrow and to solitary paine: From presence of my dearest deare exylde, Longwhile alone in languor to remaine. There let no thought of joy, or pleasure vaine, Dare to approch, that may my solace breed; But sudden dumps, and drery sad disdayne Of all worlds gladnesse, more my torment feed. So I her absens will my penaunce make, That of her presens I my meed may take. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHT'OOD FIRE by JOHN HENRY BONER THE BIRTH SONG OF CHRIST by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION by ALFRED TENNYSON NOS IMMORTALES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE FLAG by GEORGE HENRY BOKER FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |