Sweet glove, the witness of my secret bliss, Which hiding diddest preserve that beauty's light, That opened forth my seal of comfort is, Be thou my star in this my darkest night, Now that mine eyes their cheerful sun doth miss, Which dazzling still doth still maintain my sight; Be thou, sweet glove, the anchor of my mind Till my frail bark his haven again do find. Sweet glove, the sweet despoils of sweetest hand; Fair hand, the fairest pledge of fairer heart; True heart, whose truth doth yield to truest bands; Chief band I say, which ties my chiefest part; My chiefest part, wherein do chiefly stand Those secret joys, which heaven to me impart; Unite in one, my state thus still to save; You have my thanks, let me your comfort have. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUMMER IS ENDED (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI DEATH AND CUPID; AN ALLEGORY by JOHN GODFREY SAXE ON BURNING A DULL POEM; WRITTEN IN 1729 by JONATHAN SWIFT EXTEMPORE ON BEING SHOWN SHOE BUCKLES WORN BY DAVID GARRICK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES TO SOME FRIENDS RETURNING FROM THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON S. MARY MAGDALEN'S OINTMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE LOVER'S VIGIL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |