O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? And what is 't but mine own when I praise thee? Even for this let us divided live, And our dear love lose name of single one, That by this separation I may give That due to thee which thou deservest alone. O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove, Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave To entertain the time with thoughts of love, Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive, And that thou teachest how to make one twain, By praising him here who doth hence remain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES by ROBERT BURNS EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN THE GORSE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON HER DILEMMA; IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S-NEST by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE GREEK AT CONSTANTINOPLE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES TO - (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BALLADE OF THE FOREST HAUNTERS by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |