Like as the dove which seeled-up doth fly, Is neither freed, nor yet to service bound. But hopes to gain some help by mounting high Till want of force do force her fall to ground; Right so my mind, caught by his guiding eye, And thence cast off, where his sweet hurt he found, Hath neither leave to live, nor doom to die, Nor held in evil, nor suffered to be sound, But with his wings of fancies up he goes To high conceits, whose fruits are oft but small, Till wounded, blind, and wearied spirits lose Both force to fly, and knowledge where to fall. O happy dove, if she no bondage tried; More happy I, might I in bondage bide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALINESE WITCH DOCTOR by KAREN SWENSON WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? by PAUL VERLAINE INSCRIPTIONS: 1. FOR A GROTTO by MARK AKENSIDE REPORT ON EXPERIENCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MEANING OF THE LOOK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FOUNTAIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |