1 WHEREVER I am, and whatever I doe, My @3Phillis@1 is still in my mind: When angry I mean not to @3Phillis@1 to goe, My Feet of themselves the way find: Unknown to my self I am just at her door, And when I would raile, I can bring out no more, Than @3Phillis@1 too fair and unkind! 2 When @3Phillis@1 I see, my Heart bounds in my Breast, And the Love I wou'd stifle is shown: But asleep, or awake, I am never at Rest When from my Eyes @3Phillis@1 is gone! Sometimes a sad Dream does delude my sad mind, But, alas, when I wake and no @3Phillis@1 I find How I sigh to my self all alone. 3 Should a King be my Rival in her I adore He should offer his Treasure in vain: O let me alone to be happy and poor, And give me my @3Phillis@1 again: Let @3Phillis@1 be mine, and but ever be kind I could to a Desart with her be confin'd, And envy no Monarch his Raign. 4 Alas, I discover too much of my Love, And she too well knows her own power! She makes me each day a new Martyrdom prove, And makes me grow jealous each hour: But let her each minute torment my poor mind I had rather love @3Phillis@1 both False and Unkind, Than ever be freed from her Pow'r. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TIMES THREE [ - LOVE] by JEAN INGELOW THE MENAGERIE by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY MADLY SINGING IN THE MOUNTAINS by PO CHU-YI HYMN OF PAN by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE DESERTED HOUSE by ALFRED TENNYSON ON THE FUNERAL OF CHARLES I; AT NIGHT, IN ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL, WINDSOR by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES BILL AND THE SUPE (A MINING CAMP BALLAD) by BERTON BRALEY |