Thy friend, whom thy deserts to thee enchaine, Urg'd by this unexcusable occasion, Thee and the Saint of his affection Leaving behinde, doth of both wants complaine; And let the love I beare to both sustaine No blott nor maime by this division, Strong is this love which ties our hearts in one, And strong that love pursu'd with amorous paine; But though besides thy selfe I leave behind Heavens liberall, and earths thrice-fairer Sunne, Going to where sterne winter aye doth wonne, Yet, loves hot fires, which martyr my sad minde, Doe send forth scalding sighes, which have the Art To melt all Ice, but that which walls her heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN IN EMERSON'S ESSAYS by MATTHEW ARNOLD APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE DEIL'S AWA WI' TH' EXCISEMAN by ROBERT BURNS THE V-A-S-E by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE AN ECHO FROM WILLOW-WOOD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AN IMITATION OF SPENCER by JOHN ARMSTRONG |