A satyr once did run away for dread With sound of horn which he himself did blow; Fearing and feared, thus from himself he fled, Deeming strange evil in that he did not know. Such causeless fears when coward minds do take It makes them fly that which they fain would have: As this poor beast, who did his rest forsake, Thinking not why, but how, himself to save. Even thus might I, for doubts which I conceive Of mine own words, my own good hap betray, And thus might I for fear of maybe, leave The sweet pursuit of my desired prey. Better I like thy satyr, dearest Dyer, Who burnt his lips to kiss fair shining fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANTE-BELLUM SERMON by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: 10. TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY by JOHN MILTON SIDNEY GODOLPHIN by CLINTON SCOLLARD A PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE MOON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 38. NO PERJURY IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |