Whoever sails near to Bermuda coast Goes hard aboard the monarchy of fear Where all desires, but life's desire, are lost, For wealth and fame put off their glories there. Yet this isle, poison-like, by mischief known, Weans not desire from her sweet nurse, the sea, But unseen shows us where our hopes be sown, With woeful signs declaring joyful way. For who will seek the wealth of western sun Oft by Bermuda's miseries must run. Who seeks the god of love in beauty's sky Must pass the empire of confused passion Where our desires to all but horrors die Before that joy and peace can take their fashion. Yet this fair heaven that yields this soul-despair Weans not the heart from his sweet god, affection, But rather shows us what sweet joys are there Where constancy is servant to perfection. Who Caelica's chaste heart then seeks to move Must joy to suffer all the woes of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE SERPENT-CHARMERS by EDWIN ARNOLD SEA LAVENDER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT JOSEPH'S REFORM (A TALE OF THE HOT DOG TAVERN) by BERTON BRALEY THE 'MOSES' OF MICHAEL ANGELO by ROBERT BROWNING LIMERICK by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE KITCHENER'S MARCH by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR FOUR SONGS BY WAY OF CHORUS TO A PLAY: 4. INCOMMUNICABILITY OF LOVE by THOMAS CAREW |