Sitting alone, Love bids me go and write; Reason plucks back, commanding me to stay, Boasting that she doth still direct the way, Or else Love were unable to endite. Love, growing angry, vexed at the spleen And scorning Reason's maimed argument, Straight taxeth Reason, wanting to invent, Where she with Love conversing hath not been. Reason, reproached with this coy disdain, Despiteth Love, and laugheth at her folly; And Love, condemning Reason's reason wholly, Thought it in weight too light by many'a grain. Reason, put back, doth out of sight remove, And Love alone picks reason out of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST by ROBERT HERRICK ANOTHER SPRING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 34. THE DARK GLASS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI BLIGHTERS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI |