WHITHER away, Delight? Thou cam'st but now; wilt thou so soon depart, And give me up to night? For many weeks of lingring pain and smart, But one half houre of comfort for my heart? Methinks delight should have More skill in musick, and keep better time. More skill in musick, and keep better time. Wert thou a winde or wave, They quickly go and come with lesser crime: Flowers look about, and die not in their prime. Thy short abode and stay Feeds not, but addes to the desire of meat. Lime begg'd of old, they say, A neighbour spring to cool his inward heat; Which by the springs accesse grew much more great. In hope of thee, my heart Pickt here and there a crumme, and would not die; But, constant to his part, When as my fears foretold this, did replie, -- A slender thread a gentle guest will tie. Yet, if the heart that wept Must let thee go, return when it doth knock. Although thy heap be kept For future times, the droppings of the stock May oft break forth, and never break the lock. If I have more to spinne, The wheel shall go, so that thy stay be short. Thou knowst how grief and sinne Disturb the work. O make me not their sport, Who by thy coming may be made a court! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL YOUNG BULLFROGS by CARL SANDBURG LANCER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ANIMAL CRACKERS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY NOW PRECEDENT SONGS, FAREWELL by WALT WHITMAN MID-APRIL IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY SONNET: HE RAILS AGAINST DANTE, WHO CENSURED HIS HOMAGE TO BECCHINA by CECCO ANGIOLIERI DA SIENA |