Be nought dismayd that her unmoved mind Doth still persist in her rebellious pride: Such love, not lyke to lusts of baser kynd, The harder wonne, the firmer will abide. The durefull oake, whose sap is not yet dride, Is long ere it conceive the kindling fyre: But when it once doth burne, it doth divide Great heat, and makes his flames to heaven aspire. So hard it is to kindle new desire In gentle brest, that shall endure for ever: Deepe is the wound that dints the parts entire With chast affects, that naught but death can sever. Then thinke not long in taking litle paine To knit the knot that ever shall remaine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD MARGARET by CARL SANDBURG THE MAID OF NEIDPATH by WALTER SCOTT A SONG FOR THE SINGLE TABLE ON NEW YEAR'S DAY by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST LILIES: 13. 'LET US NEVER COMFORT EACH OTHER INTO SLEEP' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AT ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE LILY OF THE VALLEY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |