And do I see some cause a hope to feed, Or doth the tedious burden of long woe In weakened minds, quick apprehending breed, Of every image, which may comfort show? I cannot brag of word, much less of deed; Fortune wheels still with me in one sort slow; My wealth no more, and no whit less my need; Desire still on the stilts of fear doth go. And yet amid all fears, a hope there is Stol'n to my heart, since last fair night, nay day: Stella's eyes sent to me the beams of bliss, Looking on me, while I looked other way; But when mine eyes back to their heaven did move, They fled with blush, which guilty seemed of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE END OF THE EPISODE by THOMAS HARDY THE USE OF FLOWERS by MARY HOWITT AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE BALLAD OF CHICKAMAUGA [SEPTEMBER 19-20, 1863] by JAMES MAURICE THOMPSON AFTER SUNSET by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM DRUM TAPS TO HEAVEN by JAMES CHURCH ALVORD CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 2. OF GRATITUDE by WILLIAM BASSE |