Love, by sure proof I may call thee unkind, That giv'st no better ear to my just cries; Thou whom to me such my good turns should bind, As I may well recount, but none can prize. For when, nak'd boy, thou couldn'st no harbour find In this old world, grown now so too too wise, I lodged thee in my heart; and being blind By nature born, I gave to thee mine eyes. Mine eyes, my light, my heart, my life, alas, If so great services may scorned be, Yet let this thought thy tigerish courage pass, That I, perhaps, am somewhat kin to thee: Since in the thine arms, if learn'd fame truth hath spread, Thou bear'st the arrow, I the arrow head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POETRY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL GEORGE MOORE by MARIANNE MOORE GENEVIEVE AND ALEXANDRA (2) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON |