I shall say what inordinate love is: The furiosite and wodness of minde, A instinguible brenning fawting blis, A gret hungre, insaciat to finde, A dowcet ille, a ivell swetness blinde, A right wonderfulle, sugred, swete errour, Withoute labour rest, contrary to kinde, Or withoute quiete to have huge labour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISADORA DUNCAN DANCING 'IPHIGENIA IN AULIS' by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THEN LAUGH by BERTHA ADAMS BACKUS THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 5. NIGHT SONG AT AMALFI by SARA TEASDALE |