Stella, whence doth this new assault arise, A conquered, yelden, ransacked heart to win? Whereto long since, through my long battered eyes, Whole armies of thy beauties entered in; And there, long since, love, thy lieutenant lies; My forces razed, thy banners raised within. Of conquest do not these effects suffice, But wilt new war upon thine own begin? With so sweet voice, and by sweet nature so, In sweetest strength, so sweetly skilled withal, In all sweet stratagems sweet art can show, That not my soul, which at thy foot did fall, Long since forced by thy beams, but stone nor tree, By sense's privilege, can 'scape from thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLOUGHER [OR PLOWER] by PADRAIC COLUM ONLY A WOMAN by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK HEAVEN-HAVEN; A NUN TAKES THE VEIL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 21 by OMAR KHAYYAM ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 90 by PHILIP SIDNEY BRUCE: HOW KING ROBERT WAS HUNTED BY THE SLEUTH-HOUND by JOHN BARBOUR |