But I have none, nor never must have any, Unless thy eyes do shine upon my face; Amongst thy noble virtues, which are many, O let this favour thy poor servant grace; Since thou disdainest to bestow thy heart On me so far dejected, so unworthy, Tell me what cause it is, and 'twill impart Ease to those daily pains I suffer for thee; So shall my soul be quiet, so my pain Releast, and I shall hear thee speak again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN MORNING AT CAMBRIDGE by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD FOR THE YOUNGEST by CHARLES WESLEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 57. AL-HAMID by EDWIN ARNOLD IDYLL 6. CLEODAMUS AND MYRSON by BION THE PIRATEER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ON THE DEATH OF MR. GARRICK by JANE BOWDLER |