Desire, though thou my old companion art, And oft so clings to my pure love, that I One from the other scarcely can descry, While each doth blow the fire of my heart; Now from thy fellowship I needs must part; Venus is taught with Dian's wings to fly; I must no more in thy sweet passions lie; Virtue's gold now must head my Cupid's dart. Service and honour, wonder with delight, Fear to offend, will worthy to appear, Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my sprite; These things are left me by my only dear. But thou, desire, because thou would'st have all, Now banished art -- but yet, alas, how shall? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE; UPON RSTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 21. 'TIS CONSTANCY THAT GAINS THE PRIZE by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 29. CHRIST AND ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO CHILDREN: 5. DAME HOLIDAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WORTH FOREST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE EMPTY CUP by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |