Calling to minde mine eyes long went about T' entice my hart to seeke to leave my brest, All in a rage I thought to pull it out, By whose device I liv'd in such unrest, What could it say to purchase so my grace? Forsooth that it had seene my Mistres face. Another time I likewise call to minde, My hart was he that all my woe had wrought, For he my brest the fort of Love resignde, When of such warrs my fancie never thought, What could it say, when I would him have slaine? But he was yours, and had forgone me cleane. At length when I perceiv'd both eie and hart, Excusde themselves, as guiltles of mine ill, I found my selfe was cause of all my smart, And tolde my selfe, my selfe now slay I will: But when I found my selfe to you was true, I lov'd my selfe, bicause my selfe lov'd you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILLINOIS FARMER by CARL SANDBURG OFFICE PARTY: DISTAFF VIEW by KAREN SWENSON NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THADDEUS STEVENS by PHOEBE CARY PASSING BY by THOMAS FORD (1580-1648) THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 67 by ALFRED TENNYSON |