Will ye see what wonders love hath wrought? Then come and look at me; There need nowhere else to be sought, In me ye may them see, For unto that that men may see Most monstrous thing of kind, Myself may best compared be, Love hath me so assigned. There is a rock in the salt flood, A rock of such nature That draweth the iron from the wood And leaveth the ship unsure. She is the rock, the ship am I, That rock my deadly foe, That draweth me there, where I must die, And robbeth my heart me fro. A bird there fleeth, and that but one, Of her this thing ensueth, That when her days be spent and gone, With fire she reneweth. And I with fire may well compare My love that is alone, The flame whereof doth aye repair My life when it is gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WALT WHITMAN by HARRISON SMITH MORRIS A WOMAN'S ANSWER by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER COUNTRY DOCTOR by DANA KNEELAND AKERS ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (2) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RUTH by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THE ORPHAN'S COMPLAINT by ANNABEL HANNA BANES SOLUTION OF THE CHARADE IN THE MUSEUM FOR OCTOBER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |