When my good angel guides me to the place Where all my good I do in Stella see, That heaven of joys throws only down on me Thundered disdains, and lightnings of disgrace; But when the rugged'st step of fortune's race Makes me fall from her sight, then sweetly she With words, wherein the muses' treasures be, Shows love and pity to my absent case. Now I, wit-beaten long by hardest fate, So dull am, that I cannot look into The ground of this fierce love and lovely hate, Then some good body tell me how I do, Whose presence absence, absence presence is; Blessed in my curse, and cursed in my bliss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BEFORE ACTION by WILLIAM NOEL HODGSON LONG DELAYED by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM REMEMBER WITH A SONG by STEWART ATKINS LILIES: 2. MY SWORD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GENTLER JOYS by RUTH FOSS BREWER DIXIT, ET IN MENSAM by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS |