Caelica, I overnight was finely used, Lodged in the midst of paradise, your heart: Kind thoughts had charge I might not be refused, Of every fruit and flower I had part. But curious knowledge, blown with busy flame, The sweetest fruits had down in shadows hidden, And for it found mine eyes had seen the same, I from my paradise was straight forbidden. Where that cur, Rumour, runs in every place, Barking with Care, begotten out of Fear; And glassy Honour, tender of Disgrace, Stands Seraphin to see I come not there; While that fine soil, which all these joys did yield, By broken fence is proved a common field. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLIND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ASPIRATIONS OF A COUNTRY LAD by GEORGE SANTAYANA FATIGUE; EPIGRAM by HILAIRE BELLOC THE HAYLOFT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE END OF THE PLAY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY CYNTHIA RETURNED FROM THE COUNTRY by PHILIP AYRES |