Caelica, you blame me that I suffer not Absence with joy, authority with ease; Caelica, what powers can nature's inside blot? They must look pale without that feel disease. You say that you do, like fair Tagus' streams, Swell over those that would your channels choke, Yielding due tribute unto Phoebus' beams, Yet not made dry with loss of vapor's smoke. Caelica, 'tis true, birds that do swim and fly The waters can endure to have and miss, Their feet for seas, their wings are for the sky, Nor error is it, that of nature is. I, like the fish bequeathed to Neptune's bed, No sooner taste of air but I am dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEJECTION by GRACE E. ALBRIGHT EPITAPH ON WAT by ROBERT BURNS BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF 'FRANCKLIN'S IS FLED AWAY' by PATRICK CAREY ON THE QUEEN'S RETURN FROM THE LOW CONTRIES by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT DISENCHANTMENT by EMILY DICKINSON THE CRUSHED AND BROKEN FLOWER by OLIVER MURRAY EDWARDS TWO OPTIMISTS by RICHARD WATSON GILDER IF THIS BE I by BLANCHE FINKLE GILE A VOICE FROM THE INVISIBLE WORLD by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE |