Since I have lackt the comfort of that light, The which was wont to lead my thoughts astray, I wander as in darknesse of the night, Affrayd of every dangers least dismay. Ne ought I see, though in the clearest day, When others gaze upon theyr shadowes vayne, But th' onely image of that heavenly ray, Whereof some glance doth in mine eie remayne. Of which beholding the idaea playne, Through contemplation of my purest part, With light thereof I doe my selfe sustayne, And thereon feed my love-affamisht hart. But with such brightnesse whylest I fill my mind, I starve my body, and mine eyes doe blynd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER APPLE PICKING by ROBERT FROST ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS RUNNING THE BATTERIES by HERMAN MELVILLE SONNET: 1 by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY ODE TO THE RIVER TEIGN by JOHN CODRINGTON BAMPFYLDE LINES TO A LADY by DJUNA BARNES OMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |