Be nought dismayd that her unmoved mind Doth still persist in her rebellious pride: Such love, not lyke to lusts of baser kynd, The harder wonne, the firmer will abide. The durefull oake, whose sap is not yet dride, Is long ere it conceive the kindling fyre: But when it once doth burne, it doth divide Great heat, and makes his flames to heaven aspire. So hard it is to kindle new desire In gentle brest, that shall endure for ever: Deepe is the wound that dints the parts entire With chast affects, that naught but death can sever. Then thinke not long in taking litle paine To knit the knot that ever shall remaine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CARPENTER'S SON by SARA TEASDALE A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. ON CRITICS; IN IMITATION OF ANACREON by MATTHEW PRIOR THE BLESSED DAMOZEL by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IMMORTALS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE NOSEGAY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |