IF't please you see how Love's might overcame, How He attacked and how He conquered me, How my heart burns and freezes for His glee, How He doth make His Honor of my Shame; If't please you see my youth running to claim What brings it nought but pain and contumely, Then come and read, and know the agony Of which my Goddess and my God make game. Then you shall know that Love is reasonless, A sweet deceit, a dear imprisonment, An empty hope that feeds us with the wind. Then you shall know how great man's foolishness And his delusion are, when he's content To choose a child for lord; for guide, the blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE by HENRY WOTTON IMAGES: 2 by RICHARD ALDINGTON ALEC YEATON'S SON; GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH STANZAS, OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF A RELATIVE ABROAD by BERNARD BARTON ON A BIOGRAPHICAL DICTIONARY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WEDDING FEAST: 3 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |