Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, And her soul early into heaven ravished, Wholly in heavenly things my mind is set. Here the admiring her my mind did whet To seek thee God; so streams do show the head, But though I have found thee, and thou my thirst hast fed, A holy thirsty dropsy melts me yet. But why should I beg more love, when as thou Dost woo my soul for hers; offering all thine: And dost not only fear lest I allow My love to saints and angels, things divine, But in thy tender jealousy dost doubt Lest the world, flesh, yea Devil put thee out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 74 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PROMETHEUS VINCTUS OF AESCHYLUS by AESCHYLUS THE ALBATROSS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE WHAT'S IN A NAME by BERTON BRALEY TO HARRY ELLIS WOOLDRIDGE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SEVEN SONNETS ON THE THOUGHT OF DEATH: 3 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH FEAR by FRANCIS GARDNER CLOUGH |