 | Poems (1983) |  |
[O my eyes how do you lead]
O my eyes how do you lead
My poore hart thus forth to rang
From the wounted course to strang
Unknowne ways, and pathes to tread?
My poore hart thus forth to rang
From the wounted course to strang
Unknowne ways, and pathes to tread?
Lett itt home returne againe
Free untouch'd of gadding thought
And your forces back bee brought
To the ridding of my paine.
Free untouch'd of gadding thought
And your forces back bee brought
To the ridding of my paine.
Butt mine eyes if you deny
This smale favor to my hart,
And will force my thoughts to fly
Know yett you governe butt your part.
This smale favor to my hart,
And will force my thoughts to fly
Know yett you governe butt your part.
| Poems (1983) | |