My head, my heart, mine Eyes, my life, nay more, My joy, my Magazine of earthly store, If two be one, as surely thou and I, How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lye? So many steps, head from the heart to sever If but a neck, soon should we be together: I like the earth this season, mourn in black, My Sun is gone so far in's Zodiack, Whom whilst I 'joy'd, nor storms, nor frosts I felt, His warmth such frigid colds did cause to melt. My chilled limbs now nummed lye forlorn; Return, return sweet Sol from Capricorn; In this dead time, alas, what can I more Then view those fruits which through thy heat I bore? Which sweet contentment yield me for a space, True living Pictures of their Fathers face. O strange effect! now thou art Southward gone, I weary grow, the tedious day so long; But when thou Northward to me shalt return, I wish my Sun may never set, but burn Within the Cancer of my glowing breast, The welcome house of him my dearest guest. Where ever, ever stay, and go not thence, Till natures sad decree shall call thee hence; Flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone, I here, thou there, yet both but one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE KIND MOON by SARA TEASDALE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THIRTY EIGHT. ADDRESSED TO MRS. H -- Y. by CHARLOTTE SMITH A CHRISTMAS HYMN by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER SONG FOR DECORATION DAY by HELEN C. BACON WHAT IS THE SPIRIT? by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE LORDS' MASQUE: THE MASQUERS SECOND DANCE by THOMAS CAMPION |