Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: From where thou art why should I haste me thence? Till I return, of posting is no need. O, what excuse will my poor beast then find, When swift extremity can seem but slow? Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind; In winged speed no motion shall I know: Then can no horse with my desire keep pace; Therefore desire of perfect'st love being made, Shall neigh -- no dull flesh -- in his fiery race; But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade; Since from thee going he went wilful-slow, Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 35 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN UNCLE ANANIAS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MASSACHUSETTS TO VIRGINIA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER GREAT THOUGHTS by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY IRISES by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |