Like to a lampe whose flaiminge light is dead Or as the Rynge whose dyamond is loste Or as the neast from whence the birds are fledd Or as the Tree the blossoms quayld with frost Or as the well when dryed is the springe Or as the shrine whearein no saynt is lefte Or as the Cage wheare no sweete bird dooth singe Or as the Stalke from whence the rose is refte Or as the Lymmes when life hath taken flight Or as the Hive the honny had awaye Or as the Moone eclypsed of hir light Or as the world deprived of the daye Such I poore Richmond seene too every eye Synce my Astreas flyght unto the skye | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBIN REDBREAST by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE FRAGMENT OF A CHORUS OF A DEJANEIRA by MATTHEW ARNOLD |