Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe, Duly to count the sum of all my cares, I find my griefs innumerable grow, The reckonings rise to millions of despairs; And thus dividing of my fatal hours, The payments of my love I read and cross, Subtracting, set my sweets unto my sours, My joy's arrearage leads me to my loss; And thus mine eye's a debtor to thine eye, Which by extortion gaineth all their looks; My heart hath paid such grievous usury That all their wealth lies in thy beauty's books, And all is thine which hath been due to me, And I a bankrupt, quite undone by thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE GATES [OF GOLD] by ELIZABETH DAYTON JAZZONIA by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES EROS TURANNOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CASEY AT THE BAT (1) by ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER SUNDAY UP THE RIVER: 15 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) OLD WYLIE'S STONE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |