I offer wrong to my beloved saint; I scorn, I change, I falsify my love; Absence and time have made my homage faint; With Cupid I do everywhere remove. I sigh, I sorrow, I do play the fool; Mine eyes like weathercocks, on her attend; Zeal thus on either side she puts to school, That will needs have inconstancy to friend. I grudge, she saith, that many should adore her; Where love doth suffer, and think all things meet; She saith, all selfness must fall down before her; I say, where is the sauce should make that sweet? Change and contempt, you know, ill speakers be, Caelica, and such are all your thoughts of me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL RESCUE by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER NOCTURNAL SKETCH; BLANK VERSE IN RHYME by THOMAS HOOD A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 27 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN PASSER MORTUUS EST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |