What mean'st thou Bride, this companie to keep? To sit up, till thou faine wouldst sleep? Thou maist not, when thou art laid, doe so. Thy selfe must to him a new banquet grow, And you must entertaine And doe all this daies dances o'r againe. Know that if Sun and Moone together doe Rise in one point, they doe not set so too; Therefore thou maist, faire Bride, to bed depart, Thou art not gone, being gone; where e'r thou art, Thou leav'st in him thy watchfull eyes, in him thy loving heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLUTIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A VIEW ACROSS THE ROMAN CAMPAGNA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SECRET OF THE SEA by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LOVE IN THE VALLEY (VERSION A) by GEORGE MEREDITH LINES WRITTEN IN AN OVID by MATTHEW PRIOR |