Image of her whom I love, more than she, Whose faire impression in my faithfull heart, Makes mee her @3Medall@1, and makes her love mee, As Kings do coynes, to which their stamps impart The value: goe, and take my heart from hence, Which now is growne too great and good for me: @3Honours@1 oppresse weake spirits, and our sense Strong objects dull; the more, the lesse wee see. When you are gone, and @3Reason@1 gone with you, Then @3Fantasie@1 is Queene and Soule, and all; She can present joyes meaner then you do; Convenient, and more proportionall. So, if I dreame I have you, I have you, For, all our joyes are but fantasticall. And so I scape the paine, for paine is true; And sleepe which locks up sense, doth lock out all. After a such fruition I shall wake, And, but the waking, nothing shall repent; And shall to love more thankfull Sonnets make, Then if more @3honour, teares@1, and @3paines@1 were spent. But dearest heart, and dearer image stay; Alas, true joyes at best are @3dreame@1 enough; Though you stay here you passe too fast away: For even at first lifes @3Taper@1 is a snuffe. Fill'd with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much @3heart@1, then @3ideott@1 with none. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MANY SOLDIERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ONE AT PLAY IN THE FIELDS OF by KAREN SWENSON |