Fie, foolish earth, think you the heaven wants glory Because your shadows do yourself benight? All's dark unto the blind, let them be sorry; The heavens in themselves are ever bright. Fie, fond desire, think you that love wants glory Because your shadows do yourself benight? The hopes and fears of lust may make men sorry, But love still in herself finds her delight. Then earth, stand fast, the sky that you benight Will turn again and so restore your glory; Desire be steady, hope is your delight, An orb wherein no creature can be sorry, Love being placed above these middle regions Where every passion wars itself with legions. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRANDMITHER, THINK NOT I FORGET by WILLA SIBERT CATHER THE BABIE by JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN ISAAC AND ARCHIBALD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 27 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. DIET by JOHN ARMSTRONG LOLA WEARS LACE by HELEN BIRCH-BARTLETT IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: MITIGATIONS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |