1 WHEREVER I am, and whatever I doe, My @3Phillis@1 is still in my mind: When angry I mean not to @3Phillis@1 to goe, My Feet of themselves the way find: Unknown to my self I am just at her door, And when I would raile, I can bring out no more, Than @3Phillis@1 too fair and unkind! 2 When @3Phillis@1 I see, my Heart bounds in my Breast, And the Love I wou'd stifle is shown: But asleep, or awake, I am never at Rest When from my Eyes @3Phillis@1 is gone! Sometimes a sad Dream does delude my sad mind, But, alas, when I wake and no @3Phillis@1 I find How I sigh to my self all alone. 3 Should a King be my Rival in her I adore He should offer his Treasure in vain: O let me alone to be happy and poor, And give me my @3Phillis@1 again: Let @3Phillis@1 be mine, and but ever be kind I could to a Desart with her be confin'd, And envy no Monarch his Raign. 4 Alas, I discover too much of my Love, And she too well knows her own power! She makes me each day a new Martyrdom prove, And makes me grow jealous each hour: But let her each minute torment my poor mind I had rather love @3Phillis@1 both False and Unkind, Than ever be freed from her Pow'r. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS OF EXPERIENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE SILVER by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE THE LADY AND THE SWINE by MOTHER GOOSE LAMENT OF THE MASTER ERSKINE by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) |