Caelica, when you look down into your heart, And see what wrongs my faith endureth there, Hearing the groans of true love, loath to part, You think they witness of your changes bear. And as the man that by ill neighbors dwells, Whose curious eyes discern those works of shame, Which busy rumor to the people tells, Suffers for seeing those dark springs of fame. So I, because I cannot choose but know How constantly you have forgotten me, Because my faith doth like the sea-marks show, And tell the strangers where the dangers be, I, like the child, whom nurse hath overthrown, Not crying, yet am whipped, if you be known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CANZONET: TO HIS COY LOVE by MICHAEL DRAYTON CALYPSO WATCHING THE OCEAN by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE LIVE BLINDLY; SONNET by TRUMBULL STICKNEY AN INVENTORY OF THE FURNITURE IN DR. PRIESTLEY'S STUDY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD NOT UNDERSTOOD by THOMAS BRACKEN |