FIRE that must flame is with apt fuel fed, Flowers that will thrive in sunny soil are bred. How can a heart feel heat that no hope finds? Or can he love on whom no comfort shines? Fair! I confess there's pleasure in your sight! Sweet! you have power, I grant, of all delight! But what is all to me, if I have none? Churl, that you are, t'enjoy such wealth alone! Prayers move the heavens but find no grace with you; Yet in your looks a heavenly form I view, Then will I pray again, hoping to find, As well as in your looks heaven in your mind! Saint of my heart, Queen of my life and love, O let my vows thy loving spirit move! Let me no longer mourn through thy disdain; But with one touch of grace cure all my pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: RETURN - 1917 by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |