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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVE'S FRANCISCAN, by HENRY CONSTABLE Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: Sweet hand! The sweet yet cruel bow thou art Last Line: Thy arrows quiver, and thy relics shine. | |||
Sweet hand! the sweet yet cruel bow thou art, From whence as one, five ivory arrows fly, So with five wounds at once I wounded lie Bearing in breast the print of every dart. Saint Francis had the like, yet felt no smart: Where I in living torments never die; His wounds were in his hands and feet where I All these same helpless wounds feel in my heart. Now as Saint Francis (if a saint) am I. The bow which shot these shafts a relic is; I mean the hand, which is the reason why So many for devotion thee would kiss, And I thy glove kiss as a thing divine; Thy arrows quiver, and thy relics shine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAMELUS' SONG TO HIS DIAPHENIA by HENRY CONSTABLE TO GOD THE FATHER by HENRY CONSTABLE TO OUR BLESSED LADY (2) by HENRY CONSTABLE TO SAINT CATHERINE by HENRY CONSTABLE TO SAINT MARGARET by HENRY CONSTABLE TO SIR PHILIP SIDNEY'S SOUL by HENRY CONSTABLE NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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