So unwarely was never no man caught With steadfast look upon a goodly face As I of late: for suddenly, methought, My heart was torn out of his place. Thorough mine eye the stroke from hers did slide, Directly down unto my heart it ran; In help whereof the blood thereto did glide, And left my face both pale and wan. Then was I like a man for woe amazed, Or like the bird that flyeth into the fire, For while that I on her beauty gazed, The more I burnt in my desire. Anon the blood stert in my face again, Inflamed with heat that it had at my heart, And brought therewith thereout in every vein A quickened heat with pleasant smart. Then was I like the straw, when that the flame Is driven therein by force and rage of wind; I cannot tell, alas, what I shall blame, Nor what to seek, nor what to find. But well I wot the grief holds me so sore In heat and cold betwixt hope and dread, That but her help to health doth me restore, This restless life I may not lead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEZZO CAMMIN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW 23RD STREET RUNS INTO HEAVEN by KENNETH PATCHEN SONNET (3) by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY THE MERCHANT OF VENICE; A LEGEND OF ITALY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM RAINY SEASON by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 24 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DEAR MINNA by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |