When gentle beauty's over-wanton kindness Had given love the liberty of playing, Change brought his eyesight by and by to blindness, Still hatching in excess her own decaying; Then cut I self-love's wings to lend him feathers, Gave him mine eyes to see, in Myra's glory, Honor and beauty reconciled togethers Of love, the birth, the fatal tomb and story. Ah wag, no sooner he that sphere had gotten, But out of Myra's eyes my eyes he woundeth; And, but his boy's play having all forgotten, His heat in her chaste coldness so confoundeth, As he that burns must freeze, who trusts must fear, Ill quartered coats, which yet all lovers bear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE TO THE CHURCH by TIMOTHY DWIGHT GREEN SYMPHONY by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 15 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE SEA-LIMITS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AN ARMOURY by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE LINES TO ROBERT ALDERSON UPON HIS DEPARTURE FROM WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |