Driven by desire to set affection A great way, alas, above my degree, Chosen I am, I think by election, To covet that thing that will not be. I serve in love, not like to speed. I look, alas, a little too high. Against my will I do indeed Covet that thing that will not be. My fancy, alas, doth me so blind That I can see no remedy But still to follow my foolish mind And covet that thing that will not be. I hoped well when I began. And since the proof is contrary, Why should I any longer then Covet that thing that will not be But rather to leave now at the last Than still to follow fantasy, Content with the pain that is past And not covet that thing that will not be? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CEDARS by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT METAMORPHOSES: 11. INVOCATION OF ISIS by LUCIUS APULEIUS PSALM 8; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE GIFT by ALICE EWING BLACKWELL A TOAST, ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF RODNEY'S VICTORY by ROBERT BURNS AT ROMEO'S TOMB by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |