My dear mistress has a heart Soft as those kind looks she gave me When, with love's resistless art And her eyes, she did enslave me. But her constancy's so weak -- She's so wild, and apt to wander -- That my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder. Melting joys about her move, Killing pleasures, wounding blisses. She can dress her eyes in love, And her lips can arm with kisses. Angels listen when she speaks; She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LADY TO ANSWER DIRECTLY WITH YEA OR NAY by THOMAS WYATT THE SORROW OF LOVE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WIRES by ALEXANDER ANDERSON STANZAS COMPOSED AT CARNAC by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE BITER BIT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN MASKS OF DEATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |