Raising my hopes on hills of high desire, Thinking to scale the heaven of her heart, My slender means presumed too high a part; Her thunder of disdain forced me retire, And threw me down to pain in all this fire, Where lo, I languish in so heavy smart, Because th' attempt was far above my art: Her pride brooked not poor souls should come so nigh her. Yet I protest my high aspiring will Was not to dispossess her of her right; Her sov'reignty should have remained still, I only sought the bliss to have her sight; Her sight, contented thus to see me spill, Framed my desires fit for her eyes to kill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADRIGAL: 109 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI CAPTAIN CARPENTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 20. EVER PRESENT by PHILIP AYRES EARLY EVENING IN APRIL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SPENT AND MISSPENT by ALICE CARY WRITTEN .. AUTHOR'S BATHING AT TEIGNMOUTH, FOR THE HEAD-ACHE by JANE CAVE |