Caelica, you blame me that I suffer not Absence with joy, authority with ease; Caelica, what powers can nature's inside blot? They must look pale without that feel disease. You say that you do, like fair Tagus' streams, Swell over those that would your channels choke, Yielding due tribute unto Phoebus' beams, Yet not made dry with loss of vapor's smoke. Caelica, 'tis true, birds that do swim and fly The waters can endure to have and miss, Their feet for seas, their wings are for the sky, Nor error is it, that of nature is. I, like the fish bequeathed to Neptune's bed, No sooner taste of air but I am dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR A ST. HELENA LULLABY by RUDYARD KIPLING RIFLEMAN FORM! by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BATTLE-SONG OF GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS by MICHAEL ALTENBURG A WAY TO A HAPPY NEW YEAR by ROBERT BREWSTER BEATTIE |