You say I love not, 'cause I do not play Still with your curls, and kiss the time away. You blame me, too, because I can't devise Some sport, to please those babies in your eyes; By Love's religion, I must here confess it, The most I love, when I the least express it. Small griefs find tongues: full casks are ever found To give, if any, yet but little sound. Deep waters noiscless are; and this we know, That chiding streams betray small depth below. So when Love speechless is, she doth express A depth in love, and that depth bottomless. Now since my love is tongueless, know me such, Who speak but little, 'cause I love so much. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY TO A CHILD DURING SICKNESS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT TO AGE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR FROM THE ANTIQUE (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE PALM-TREE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE FLOWERING FAGGOTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET IN A VISION OF THE NIGHT by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY: OF READING by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |