A HEART of ice did here my heart inflame, Bound with loose hairs, a pris'ner I became, Here first sweet Love, tho' bitter in the end, Flatter'd with spite, with kindness did offend. But from assaults, a new defence I'm taught, And my past ills an antidote have brought; So the poor bird, that once escape has made, Returns with caution where the net is laid. With my late damp, all sparks of love expire, My feet approach, yet does my soul retire, Tho' near her presence, I can justly say, My eyes and mind tend quite another way. With her my lute could no attention find, Now will I please myself, not sing to th' wind; With laurel here, where cypress late I wore, I'll triumph more than e'er I griev'd before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL |