Caelica, when you look down into your heart, And see what wrongs my faith endureth there, Hearing the groans of true love, loath to part, You think they witness of your changes bear. And as the man that by ill neighbors dwells, Whose curious eyes discern those works of shame, Which busy rumor to the people tells, Suffers for seeing those dark springs of fame. So I, because I cannot choose but know How constantly you have forgotten me, Because my faith doth like the sea-marks show, And tell the strangers where the dangers be, I, like the child, whom nurse hath overthrown, Not crying, yet am whipped, if you be known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SECRET OF THE SEA by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A TRIP TO PARIS AND BELGIUM: 16. ANTWERP TO GHENT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI OF THE MANNER OF ADDRESSING CLOUDS by WALLACE STEVENS PASTEL by MARSDON GILFORD ALBRITTON AT THE VILLAGE DEPOT by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY MEMORIES by MINNIE MCKINNON BOGGS |