How can I smother then my long pent love, Almost unknown to thee so long conceal'd? O you that can assist me from above, For by your means 'twas first of all reveal'd, Since when my heart in such sure hope remains, That I will not exchange my part in her, Not for the purest face the world contains, For before all her love I will prefer; And know in their fruition I shall want Those sweet contents which these complainings grant. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CACOETHES SCRIBENDI by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TO HELEN (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: A STORM by JOHN ARMSTRONG FROM AN OFFICE WINDOW by FRANCES M. BALLARD MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN THE PUPPETS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER PSALM 35. JUDICA DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |