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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 13, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O love, where are thy shafts, thy quiver, and thy bow? Last Line: Yet, love, thou knowest, by right, I should not thus complain. Subject(s): Love | |||
O LOVE, where are thy shafts, thy quiver, and thy bow? Shall my wounds only weep, and he ungaged go? Be just, and strike him, too, that dares contemn thee so! No eyes are like to thine, though men suppose thee blind; So fair they level when the mark they list to find: Then, strike, O strike the heart that bears the cruel mind! Is my fond sight deceived? or do I Cupid spy, Close aiming at his breast by whom, despised, I die? Shoot home, sweet Love, and wound him, that he may not fly! O then we both will sit in some unhaunted shade, And heal each other's wound which Love hath justly made: O hope, O thought too vain! how quickly dost thou fade! At large he wanders still: his heart is free from pain, While secret sighs I spend, and tears, but all in vain. Yet, Love, thou knowest, by right, I should not thus complain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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