When my good angel guides me to the place Where all my good I do in Stella see, That heaven of joys throws only down on me Thundered disdains, and lightnings of disgrace; But when the rugged'st step of fortune's race Makes me fall from her sight, then sweetly she With words, wherein the muses' treasures be, Shows love and pity to my absent case. Now I, wit-beaten long by hardest fate, So dull am, that I cannot look into The ground of this fierce love and lovely hate, Then some good body tell me how I do, Whose presence absence, absence presence is; Blessed in my curse, and cursed in my bliss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FATHER WILLIAM [QUESTIONED], FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 1 by MARK AKENSIDE THREE STEPS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE THIRD FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |