If amour's faith, an heart unfeigned, A sweet languor, a great lovely desire, If honest will kindle in gentle fire, If long error in a blind maze chained, If in my visage each thought depainted Or else in my sparkling voice lower or higher Which now fear, now shame, woefully doth tire, If a pale color which love hath stained, If to have another than myself more dear, If wailing and sighing continually With sorrowful anger feeding busily, If burning afar off and freezing near Are cause that by love myself I destroy, Yours is the fault and mine the great annoy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 7 by JAMES JOYCE YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN |