SWEETEST of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure Did through my bodie wound my minde, You took me thence, and in your house of pleasure A daintie lodging me assign'd. Now I in you without a bodie move, Rising and falling with your wings: We both together sweetly live and love, Yet say sometimes, God help poore kings! Comfort, I'le die; for if you poste from me, Sure I shall do so, and much more; But if I travell in your companie, You know the way to heavens doore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FIRST ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) AS A VIOLINIST by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE SOLITARY HEARTED by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD: 4. THE TELEGRAPH AND TELEPHONE by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH FRANCESCA by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN |