Since I did leave the presence of my love, Many long weary dayes I have outworne, And many nights, that slowly seemd to move Theyr sad protract from evening untill morne. For when as day the heaven doth adorne, I wish that night the noyous day would end: And when as night hath us of light forlorne, I wish that day would shortly reascend. Thus I the time with expectation spend, And faine my griefe with chaunges to beguile, That further seemes his terme still to extend, And maketh every minute seem a myle. So sorrow still doth seeme too long to last; But joyous houres doo fly away too fast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...F. DE SAMARA TO A.G.A. by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE PRETTY GIRL OF LOCH DAN by SAMUEL FERGUSON NATHAN HALE [SEPTEMBER 22, 1776] by FRANCIS MILES FINCH GERANIUMS by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON HIC JACET by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON FIREFLY; A SONG by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS ON LYNN TERRACE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |