I might by no means surmise My fantasy to resist, But after the old guise To love her I did list. And though it must suffice That again I shall have none, Yet can I not devise To get again mine own. It is my heart that I have lost. God send it me again. I should it have whatever it cost Or else I am but slain. I study day and night And loud I cry and call To be delivered quite From her that I am thrall. And yet against all right Of force I must still moan For it doth pass my might To get again mine own. It is my heart that I have lost. God send it me again. I should it have whatever it cost Or else I am but slain. In torments I am torn That no rest find I can, None so unhappy born Since that the world began. I ask for but such corn And such seed that was sown; And though I that have sworn, I cannot get mine own. It is my heart that I have lost. God send it me again. I should it have whatever it cost Or else I am but slain. But seeing that I cannot Attain my true desire Nor by no means may not Creep out of the fire, [And know that you intend not] To give aught of your own By reason that you should not -- Let me to have mine own. It is my heart that I have lost. God send it me again. I should it have whatever it cost Or else I am but slain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CARGO MOVING TO GAZA (1988) by MARVIN BELL THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MERLIN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |