Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, Ravish'd a world beyond the farthest thought, And knowing more than ever hath been taught, That I am only starv'd in my desire. Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, Aiming at things exceeding all perfection, To Wisdom's self to minister correction, That I am only starv'd in my desire. Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, Though my conceit I further seem to bend Than possibly invention can extend, And yet am only starv'd in my desire. If thou wilt wonder, here's the wonder, Love: That this to me doth yet no wonder prove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE LIFE'S MIRROR by MARY AINGE DE VERE TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL CLEVER TOM CLINCH GOING TO BE HANGED by JONATHAN SWIFT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 25, ASKING FOR HER HEART (3) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WHERE THE DEAD MEN LIE by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE |