When I consider (Dearest) thou dost stay But here awhile, to languish and decay; Like to these Garden-glories, which here be The Flowrie-sweet resemblances of Thee: With griefe of heart, methinks, I thus doe cry, Wo'd thou hast ne'r been born, or might'st not die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER TO THE SHADE OF PO CHU-I by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MNEMOSYNE by TRUMBULL STICKNEY WITH A COPY OF CALVERLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |