The lively sparks that issue from those eyes, Against the which ne vaileth no defense, Have pressed mine heart and done it none offense With quaking pleasure more than once or twice. Was never man could anything devise The sun beams to turn with so great vehemence, To daze man's sight, as by their bright presence. Dazed am I much like unto the guise Of one ystricken with dint of lightning, Blinded with the stroke, erring here and there, So call I for help, I not when ne where, The pain of my fault patiently bearing: For after the blaze, as is no wonder, Of deadly "nay" hear I the fearful thunder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE |