Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/Love, Pride and Forgetfulness
LOVE, PRIDE, AND FORGETFULNESS.
Ere yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb,
Love laboured honey busily.
I was the hive, and Love the bee,
My heart the honeycomb.
One very dark and chilly night
Pride came beneath and held a light.
Love laboured honey busily.
I was the hive, and Love the bee,
My heart the honeycomb.
One very dark and chilly night
Pride came beneath and held a light.
The cruel vapours went through all,
Sweet Love was withered in his cell;
Pride took Love's sweets, and by a spell
Did change them into gall;
And Memory though fed by Pride
Did wax so thin on gall,
Awhile she scarcely lived at all.
What marvel that she died?
Sweet Love was withered in his cell;
Pride took Love's sweets, and by a spell
Did change them into gall;
And Memory though fed by Pride
Did wax so thin on gall,
Awhile she scarcely lived at all.
What marvel that she died?