DEAR @3Love,@1 thou needst not send a Dart To finde the bottome of my Hart: Tis found allready by that Spear Whose barbarous Point thine own did tear. It tore ope thine; And therefore mine, In which Thou, since Thou mad'st & bought'st it, by That double Title hast more right then I. 2 To thy Hearts woefull Outcry, my Wounds gapeing Mouth makes its reply: Thy Clamor streameth in a flood Of rueful Water & of Blood; And much like this My answer is; For through mine Eys the dutefull Waters gush, The burning Blood flows in my guilty Blush. 3 My guilty Blush; for I am He Who helpd to thrust that Spear at Thee: I helpd to thrust it, & the Blow Upon my Self reboundeth now. Yet must I joy In this Annoy; For though thy Death be proved by that Wound, Thy Life is ratified by the Rebound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 40 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN OF TREASON by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS A HEALTH by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE HOLY GRAIL by ALFRED TENNYSON THE EPITAPH IN FORM OF A BALLAD by FRANCOIS VILLON MY SOLITUDE by JAMES R. AGGELES RECOMPENSE by JESSE M. BALL ALLEN THE SPOUSE TO THE BELOVED by WILLIAM BALDWIN CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 3. OF CONTENTMENT by WILLIAM BASSE |