They that in course of heavenly spheares are skild To every planet point his sundry yeare, In which her circles voyage is fulfild: As Mars in three score yeares doth run his spheare. So since the winged god his planet cleare Began in me to move, one yeare is spent: The which doth longer unto me appeare, Then al those fourty which my life outwent. Then, by that count which lovers books invent, The spheare of Cupid fourty yeares containes: Which I have wasted in long languishment, That seemd the longer for my greater paines. But let my loves fayre planet short her wayes This yeare ensuing, or else short my dayes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I HAVE SEEN THE SPRING' by SARA TEASDALE LINES WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF ALEXANDER DUMAS by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SIMMENTHAL by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER A SATIRICAL ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A LATE FAMOUS GENERAL by JONATHAN SWIFT OF AN ORCHARD by KATHARINE TYNAN JUST A-RIDIN'! by ELWOOD ADAMS TO ALEXIS IN ANSWER TO HIS POEM AGAINST FRUITION by APHRA BEHN |