Sitting alone, Love bids me go and write; Reason plucks back, commanding me to stay, Boasting that she doth still direct the way, Or else Love were unable to endite. Love, growing angry, vexed at the spleen And scorning Reason's maimed argument, Straight taxeth Reason, wanting to invent, Where she with Love conversing hath not been. Reason, reproached with this coy disdain, Despiteth Love, and laugheth at her folly; And Love, condemning Reason's reason wholly, Thought it in weight too light by many'a grain. Reason, put back, doth out of sight remove, And Love alone picks reason out of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIE-DOWN OF A BONSAI by MARVIN BELL THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH FLOWER GUIDANCE by ROBERT FROST ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL |