FAIN would I change that note
To which fond Love hath charm’d me
Long, long to sing by rote,
Fancying that that harm’d me:
Yet when this thought doth come,
‘Love is the perfect sum
Of all delight,’
I have no other choice
Either for pen or voice
To sing or write.
O Love! they wrong thee much
That say thy sweet is bitter,
When thy rich fruit is such
As nothing can be sweeter.
Fair house of joy and bliss,
Where truest pleasure is,
I do adore thee:
I know thee what thou art,
I serve thee with my heart,
And fall before thee.
(Anonymous)
More Poetry from Anonymous:
Anonymous Poems based on Topics: Love, Fairness, Joy & Excitement, Happiness, Perfection, Art- Any Soldier To His Son (Anonymous Poems)
- Nell Flaherty's Drake (Anonymous Poems)
- Allalu Mo Wauleen (The Beggar's Address to His Bag) (Anonymous Poems)
- Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye (Anonymous Poems)
- The Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe (Anonymous Poems)
- I Know My Love (Anonymous Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Love Poems, Joy & Excitement Poems, Fairness Poems, Happiness Poems, Art Poems, Perfection PoemsBased on Keywords: fancying