Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LADY TO THE LOVER, by ALICE CARY



Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

Rhyming Dictionary Search
THE LADY TO THE LOVER, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Since thou wouldst have me show
Last Line: Therefore similitudes thou must forego.
Subject(s): Love - Nature Of


SINCE thou wouldst have me show
In what sweet way our love appears to me,
Think of sweet ways, the sweetest that can be,
And thou may'st partly dream, but canst not know:
For out of heaven no bliss --
Disshadowed lies, like this,
Therefore similitudes thou must forego.

Thou seem'st myself's lost part,
That hath, in a new compact, dearer close;
And if that thou shouldst take a broken rose
And fit the leaves again about the heart,
That mended flower would be
A poor, faint sign to thee
Of how one's self about the other grows.

Think of the sun and dew
Walled in some little house of leaves from sight,
Each from the other taking, giving light,
And interpenetrated through and through;
Feeding, and fed upon --
All given, and nothing gone,
And thou art still as far as day from night.

Sweeter than honey-comb
To little hungry bees, when rude winds blow;
Brighter than wayside window-lights that glow
Through the cold rain, to one that has no home;
But out of heaven, no bliss
Disshadowed lies, like this, --
Therefore similitudes thou must forego.





Other Poems of Interest...



Home: PoetryExplorer.net