One day as I unwarily did gaze On those fayre eyes, my loves immortall light, The whiles my stonisht hart stood in amaze, Through sweet illusion of her lookes delight, I mote perceive how, in her glauncing sight, Legions of loves with little wings did fly, Darting their deadly arrowes, fyry bright, At every rash beholder passing by. One of those archers closely I did spy, Ayming his arrow at my very hart: When suddenly, with twincle of her eye, The damzell broke his misintended dart. Had she not so doon, sure I had bene slayne; Yet as it was, I hardly scap't with paine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JANE: THE RECOLLECTION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PSALM 9. CONFITEBOR TIBI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PASSING HOURS by HELENA A. BOOTH AMELIA EARHART by HELEN BRYANT ON MISS J. SCOTT OF AYR by ROBERT BURNS TOO MUCH LAKE CHAMPLAIN IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY BRISTOWE TRAGEDIE: OR, THE DEATH OF SYR CHARLES BAWDIN by THOMAS CHATTERTON |