Such vain thought as wonted to mislead me, In desert hope by well assured moan, Maketh me from company to live alone, In following her whom reason bid me flee. She fleeth as fast by gentle cruelty, And after her mine heart would fain be gone; But armed sighs my way do stop anon, Twixt hope and dread locking my liberty. Yet, as I guess, under disdainful brow One beam of pity is in her cloudy look, Which comforteth the mind that erst for fear shook; And therewithal bolded I seek the way how To utter the smart that I suffer within, But such it is I not how to begin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BODY BREAKING by MARVIN BELL TO A DEAD LOVER by LOUISE BOGAN THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOVE BEING ALL ONE by ROBERT FROST A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |