Fie, school of patience, fie; your lesson is Far, far too long to learn it without book: What, a whole week without one piece of look, And think I should not your large precepts miss? When I might read those letters fair of bliss, Which in her face teach virtue, I could brook Somewhat thy leaden counsels, which I took As of a friend that meant not much amiss: But now that I, alas, do want her sight, What, dost thou think that I can ever take In thy cold stuff a phlegmatique delight? No, patience; if thou wilt my good, then make Her come, and hear with patience my desire, And then with patience bid me bear my fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS WHEN LOVE WAS BORN by SARA TEASDALE A SPIRIT PASSED BEFORE ME by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE HARLEM DANCER by CLAUDE MCKAY THE HEAVENS ARE OUR RIDDLE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMERS OUTLAW WEEDS by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS TO A YOUNG LADY WHO ASKED ME TO WRITE SOMETHING ORIGINAL FOR HER ALBUM by THOMAS CAMPBELL |